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“I think I’ll just wear the little wrap I brought?” I’d have to figure this out. It hadn’t been much of an issue because I hardly wore fancy dresses.
“Okay. They make special makeup to cover scars. We can get some if you want it sometime, and watch some videos and play around with it,” she told me. “Don’t feel like you have to cover them up. I only mentioned it because I wasn’t sure if you could see your back in my mirror.”
I hugged her to me. “Thank you.”
“Will you tell me why the fuck someone did that to you? Did you end them yourself? No judgement,” she told me as we put on our shoes. “I think someone said it was yourmom?”
“Today is not the day for that story.” I glanced at my phone.
Riley nodded. “I understand.”
“Ready, because he’s almost here.”
Riley nodded. “Absofuckinglutely. I hope the food is as good as they say because I’mhungry.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Wes
Supressa sat at the top of the HighTower hotel, the same building the science dinner had been at. A posh, exclusive restaurant, itrotated,offering diners an incredible view of the city, as well as gourmet meals, superb decor, and a chance to see the city’s elite.
I was the first to arrive and went to the host station. “The reservation is under Brennan Morris.”
The host, wearing a black vest and bow tie, looked up the reservation and then gave me a once-over to make sure I met the dress code. “We need at least half of the party to seat. You’re welcome to sit at the bar and wait.”
“Sure.”
I went to the bar and ordered a whiskey sour, then let the group chat know that I was there as I checked everyone’s locations. The bar was crowded with people dressed in top fashion, glittering and laughing as the restaurant slowly spun, the walls nothing but windows, as the sun set over the city.
Twinkling lights decorated the ceiling, making it look like a sky full of stars. There were trees, fountains, boxes of flowers, street signs, and murals that looked like buildings. Even part of the floor looked like sidewalks and a road. The live music was meant to transport everyone to a small, old-timey village somewhere in Europe.
“Hey.” Brennan, in one of his usual smart suits, joined me at the bar, then ordered a shot of top-shelf bourbon.
I nodded. “Hey. You alone?”
“Jett’s parking. Spence will be here soon. Evan went to get Grace and Ri.” He downed his drink and ordered another. “It’s been a shitty week.”
“Yeah.” I turned my glass in my hand.
“Are things going okay?” He looked a little uneasy.
When did things get tense between us?
“How the fuck do you handletwo?” I blurted.
For a moment he looked startled, then he laughed, a big belly laugh that caused a few other patrons to look at us.
“Two’s proving too much for you?” He continued laughing.
“I was thinking more like fairness. Evan tried to draw up a schedule, but it was pretty much him taking Grace to his cabin every weekend that he had off.” I took a sip of my drink.
Shit, I shouldn’t have mentioned Grace. I waited for Brennan to tense up, shut down, or punch me.
Brennan shook his head. “He keeps sending me pictures of fucking wedding venues.”
“You too? I keep getting things like cakes and flowers and buffet tables.” Fancy, fussy ones.
He took a sip of bourbon. “It’s not so much about turns or schedules or evenfair.It’s about making sure both of them get the love and care they need–which will look different for each of them. Keep your insecurities in check and communication open. We’re alphas, it’s our job.” His eyebrows rose. “You know, our good friend Luc, the integration counselor, probably has all sorts of resources for you.”
