Page 55 of The Alpha Dire Wolf
“Wilson,” I said, frowning.
“Silkweaver,” he said, hooking a thumb at his chest. “Middle name?”
“Anne.”
“No middle name. Birthday?”
“January eighteenth.”
Lincoln nodded. “August seventeenth. Current job?”
“Finance. Investments.”
“Do you like it?”
“The job, yes. Company, no.”
“Best friend?”
“Petra Carliaco, but we’re not that close. I’m, um, a bit of a loner.”
Wow. Not sure you had to add that in there.
“Rome Jackson,” Lincoln said. “Pets?”
“No. No time.”
“Same,” he said with a grunt. “Husband?”
I shook my head.
“Fiancé?”
Eyeroll.
“Boyfriend?”
Glare.
“Favorite food you want for dinner tonight?”
My jaw, opened to begin telling him, slammed shut at the additional part to the question.
“What?” he asked coyly.
I peered at him suspiciously. “Did you just ask me on a dinner date?”
Lincoln opened his mouth wide, acting innocent. “I never said anything about you eating with me, or it being a date.”
“But … you …” I licked my lips, struggling to speak. “You said … I mean …”
Lincoln smiled broadly now. Not a grin but just a big smile, and it lit up the room, making my stomach do flips it was not remotely trained to be doing. I liked when he smiled, I was learning.
“Also, you never answered my question.”
“You want to go on a date?”
“Sure,” he said smoothly. Too smoothly. “We can definitely do that. But I was referring to why you left town, and what that was like.”
