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“You’re full of surprises,” I rasp. That alpha has a soft spot for my girl. Not in any way that’s sexual, but I noticed that he spoke to her at Pack Hayes’ home.
“It was necessary.” Nova doesn’t seem to want to talk about it anymore, so I let it go. Placing my own coffee mug in the sink, I walk over to her.
“How do you feel about fancy pancakes?” I ask, snagging her hand to walk with her toward the door.
“What makes them fancy?” she asks, smirking.
“You’ll see,” Caleb says, grabbing her coat and helping her put it on.
“Okay,” she laughs.
Maybe sex puts her in a really good mood?
“Will I see you before you have to go to work, Tyde?” Nova asks.
“Probably,” he says with a nod. “Are you planning on spending the night here?”
“Not if you’re leaving so early,” she says regretfully. “It’ll feel odd to be here without you.”
“I get it,” he says. “Come say goodbye and have dinner with me. I’ll come see you tomorrow after work.”
I wonder about his statement, but don’t want to get pissed off. I need to keep a calm head, something that I often find difficult to do around Nova.
Once we’re all wearing coats, I escort her outside to our SUV. Caleb turned on the automatic start while we were in the kitchen, which means that it’s toasty warm by the time we get inside.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, putting on my seat belt.
“It was alright,” she murmurs.
I’m not an idiot, I heard her screams and sobs just like Caleb did. My brother gives me a sidelong glance and a swift shake of his head before putting the car into drive.
I leave her to her thoughts as we make the twenty minute drive to a cute boutique restaurant outside of the city. It has really good reviews, and the pancakes looked amazing. I may be rusty at dating and I’ve never courted an omega, but I do know what Hollis likes.
I know damn well they’re different people, but everyone likes good food.
“Do you have any allergies?” I ask, suddenly worried as Caleb pulls in.
“I’m allergic to gluten,” she says, gazing out the window. “This place is cute.”
It’s a cottage that was turned into a restaurant. We made sure to make reservations, though we were told that a weekday didn’t get huge crowds. I’m also glad that I chose this place because they’re known for their gluten free options as well, even for pancakes.
“I didn’t want to drive all the way into the city for breakfast, so figured we’d try something different. They can also make your pancakes in a way that won’t make you sick,” I say, getting out of the vehicle.
Moving toward the back seat, I open her door the rest of the way and hold my hand out to her. I don’t miss how excited she looks at the thought of being able to eat the food here despite her allergies, and I decide to bake her some treats. It has to be hard working around that. She shouldn’t have to settle for bland food. Nova grabs my hand to navigate the high steps of the SUV before letting go to step around me. Well, we’ll have to work up to her letting me touch her for longer than what’s necessary I suppose.
The sound of doors shutting echoes as Caleb locks the car, and we climb up the stairs to the porch. Opening the cottage door, I allow Nova to go first as we step inside.
The hostess is a cheerful older woman, and she helps us find a seat. Nova looks through her menu, her eyes widening as she looks over it. Doing the same, I smirk as I see that their breakfast is definitely incredible.
“There’s so many choices,” she says. Her stomach growls as she chuckles, and I think about all of the calories she must have burned with Tyde.
I heard them fucking in the shower too. God, I’m such a sucker for punishment.
“Lemon and blueberry pancakes sound really good though,” Nova sighs wistfully.
“They do. I’ll get them too,” I decide with a shrug.
“Yeah?” she asks with a grin.
