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“Yeah, fun times,” Sam said.
“That is all nice and shit, but it doesn't tell me anything,” I pointed out.
“It’s easy, Alpha. Just show up, be nice, make sure she feels like she is the only one you see and listen to what she tells you,” Jake told me. Sam nodded. I looked at Ramses.
“Don’t look at me, I’m just as unmated as you are,” he told me. Sam laughed.
“But that’s what I do every day,” I objected. Sam and Jake looked at each other.
“Yeah. But on a date you like dress up and maybe bring her some chocolate and stuff,” Sam said.
“Sounds right,” Jake agreed. I decided my friends were useless. I had to figure this thing out on my own. I sat back and tried to think of something. Amie had wanted flowers. I thought it would be impossible, but as we walked around I saw a lot of wild flowers. I smiled and got back up.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
“I’m not telling you. I will be back in an hour or so to get ready.”
Three hours later and I was ready to go. I had put on a dark suit and I had got a sizable bouquet with wildflowers. I was waiting with the other men downstairs as the women came down one by one. They all looked amazing. Last one down was Amie. When she came walking down, I forgot how to breathe. How could someone be so beautiful that my brain stopped working? Her emerald green dress had a tight top. The short sleeves were off the shoulder and the top followed the curves of her breast, hugging her waist and complimenting her every curve. The skirt flared out and was full length, it gently swayed as she moved. Her curly, red hair was loose and pulled to drape down overone shoulder. The only jewellery she wore was simple gold loop earrings and the gold necklace I had given her on her birthday. She looked like a goddess descending from heaven.
“You look beautiful,” I told her as I walked to meet her. I handed her the flowers.
“Flowers! Thank you,” she said with a brilliant smile and stuck her nose into them. “You look very handsome today,” she then told me.
“I need to keep up with my date,” I told her, happy she liked the flowers. I offered her my arm and she took a grip on it.
“We need to put these in water,” she said.
“We can put them back into the same container they have been standing in waiting for us to get ready,” I said and walked her into the kitchen. With her flowers safe, we all walked to where the dinner was to be held. The area the fighting rings had been in the day before had been transformed to the point of being unrecognisable. Tables with white linen tablecloths had been set up. One for each pack. In the middle of the area, an enormous dancefloor was built with a stage in the centre for a live band. Between the straight, tall wood trunks fairy lights and lanterns were hung. The sun was still up. It would be for hours. But the trees gave enough shade for the lights to have effect.
“This is amazing,” Amie said as she took it all in. I only had eyes for her. If she was happy, I was happy. People from other packs were moving around, all dressed up, all in a good mood. We walked over to the Cayote Hill pack to talk and congratulate each other on a good game. I made sure Amie kept her hand on my arm and stood close to me. Far too many eyes were on her. I didn’t mind as long as they respected that she was with me tonight. As we walked to our table, I kept an eye out for James and my brother. Neither was going to ruin this night.
Chapter 62
Amie
The five course dinner was amazing. The atmosphere was stunning, and Finlay looked good enough to eat. He was ticking all the boxes I could wish from a date. The way he looked at me, like I was the centre of his world, had me longing for his mark. The conversation around the table was light, we were all in a good mood. Finlay had his hand resting on the back of my chair, his fingers lightly skimming my bare shoulder. His aunt was telling me a story from her first formal dinner back in their old pack. The band had started playing and the evening felt perfect. Both Finlay and I laughed at the punchline of Matilda’s story. Finlay leaned closer to me.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked. I smiled.
“I do, I have been looking forward to it,” I confessed. He returned my smile and got up. He helped me up from my chair and told the others where we were going. I saw several knowing smirks from them, but I didn’t care. I knew the time when Finlay and I could be open about how we felt was almost here. He led me to the dancefloor and pulled me into his arms as he led meout amongst the other couples. He held me close and I relaxed and enjoyed the moment.
‘You look happy,’ he mindlinked me.
‘I am happy, very happy,’ I told him.
‘It makes me happy.’
“But I want to dance!” we heard a shrill voice object. We both looked in the direction of it, and we weren’t alone. Cindy was standing next to James. She looked to be seconds away from stomping her foot like a child having a tantrum. Her face had almost the same pink colour as her dress. James gave her a stern look and she shrunk and then stormed off. James turned his attention to me.
‘Ignore him,’ I linked Finlay. ‘He has been ignoring me for days. We can ignore him for an hour or two.’
‘I don’t know who you are talking about,’ Finlay told me. He was really on his best behaviour. The music changed into a slower tune, and Finlay didn’t hesitate to pull me even closer. We rested our temples against each other and I could feel him scent me. ‘I love you, Red,’ he said in our link.
‘I love you too, Finn. I’m happy I get to share this moment with you. It feels magical,’ I told him. We danced for a couple of more dances. Then Finlay led me off the dancefloor and we headed for our table. Before we got to it, Elder and Becky came walking. Elder looked handsome in his dark suit and Becky was beautiful in a red dress. Becky and I hugged while Finlay and Elder shook hands. I gave Elder a kiss on his cheek.
“Please tell me he is treating you like a queen tonight,” I said to Becky. She giggled.
“He is,” she told me.
