Page 31 of Omega's Reluctant Mate
“Ok.”
“Is the Overlook ok?”
My eyes widened. “Are-are you sure? That’s one of the more romantic places in town.”
Nate sighed. “Of course Zaya would pick a place like that.”
I chuckled. “Zaya picked it?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I don’t know the restaurants around here. So I asked him for recommendations.”
“Is it too late to cancel the reservation?”
Nate blinked at me. “Why?”
“Because,” I licked my lips. “It is a very romantic place, and that’s not where we are.”
He smiled softly at me. “What are you thinking then?”
I smirked. “How about Mitchell’s.”
“Mitchell’s?”
I nodded. “Great food and drinks. Plus, since Beau is a bartender there, they’re used to the security detail sitting in the corner.”
“You’re kidding about the security, right?”
I grinned. “Mostly. There were a few days when Kent thought there was a security risk, but Beau didn’t want to call off. So a couple guards camped at a table in the corner his whole shift.”
He stared, then burst out laughing. “Mitchell’s it is. Shall I have a car pick you up?”
I cocked my head to one side. “Why not just ride with me when I leave? My car seats up to five.”
Nate smiled. “I don’t think I’ve been in anything other than a chauffeured sedan or limo since college.”
“Well my car isn’t one of those, but it gets me where I need to go.”
“I’d love to ride with you.”
“Great!”
We resumed walking while Nate pulled out his cell phone and asked Reginald to cancel the reservation. I was tempted to tease him about it, but thought better of it when I realized he probably didn’t have the restaurant’s phone number.
Tiny made sure to investigate every stick washed ashore, determining their viability as toys, and acted like the biggest puppy ever as we played.
Soon enough it was time to head back, and butterflies swarmed in my middle. Nate was going to be in my car. I was handling the worst of the mating urges because of the scent strips and being outdoors, but how strong would it be when we were in an enclosed space.
Maybe offering to drive hadn’t been the wisest idea. But it made no sense for him to call for a car when I was already going to have to drive back into town.
I chuckled. That was the middle-class part of me thinking.
“What’s so funny?” Nate asked.
“Just that I thought it was a waste of gas for me to go home then you send a car for me, when you probably weren’t thinking that at all.”
There was a beat of silence, then Nate laughed. “I will admit that it didn’t cross my mind.”
“Typical rich person,” I teased.
