I focused on the questions the tailor asked me, but the more I tried not to listen to the asshole’s phone conversation, the harder it became. And it became doubly difficult once Roy started growling into the phone, his beast close to the surface. Great. Not only did I have the displeasure of having Roy in a piss poor mood, but I also had to deal with the very real possibility that he was going to start picking fights so he had an excuse to challenge someone to sate his beast.
Just freaking fabulous.
More people came in, many of whom were there for another wedding which had nothing to do with us. Roy was extra Roy-like when he saw them getting better service than we did. And it wasn’t really better as much as different. The young omega’sfamily were all there and joy filled and we were… going through the motions.
Roy hung up and started making small talk with one of the randos that was in there. He was here because my father told him to. I’d put money on that. It didn’t surprise me that he was going to, at the very least, attempt to pick up someone to screw.
The tailor had me put on a pair of pants to determine how and where they fit best and where the pattern might need some tweaking. I was coming back to my little box wearing highwater pants when I noticed that Roy was no longer alone.
I soon discovered it was Sebastian…theSebastian when Roy hissed his name. Interesting.
“I think you’re done, right?” Roy asked and I had no idea how to answer him. As far as I could tell, the tailor still had more to do. Roy didn’t care whether I had an answer for him or not. It turned out the question was rhetorical. He wanted me out of there.
“Who is that guy and why is he here?” I asked on the way to the dressing room, Roy not taking a chance I didn’t immediately leave after I got dressed. Or that was my guess, anyway.
“It’s a business thing. You wouldn’t understand.”
I wanted to argue with him. He was riding on my last freaking nerve. But also? I didn’t want to rock the boat or worse.
“Okay. I think the tailor needs a few more measurements.” Was it true or not? I had not a clue, but I wanted a front row seat to whatever it was that was going on.
“I’ll call him in here.”
Because that wasn’t odd at all.
Chapter 25
Time To Fess Up
Heston
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Devyn hugged me and kissed Dad’s cheek.
“How are you feeling, Dad?” Devyn had taken to calling my father, Dad. It was cute, and he loved it.
“Much better.” I stayed quiet but Devyn caught my eye. When you needed bypass surgery, “much better” wasn’t great. But he was out of bed and he was breathing easier so that was a plus.
“Do you feel up to a quick lunch somewhere?” I glanced at Dad. He had color in his cheeks. “My treat,” Devyn added.
“That’s so kind. I’d love to.”
We debated whether Devyn’s car was too low for Dad to get into but he insisted on riding up front. Devyn chose a restaurant with easy access and a wide doorway and we sat in an out of the way booth toward the back.
After the server brought our menus and we ordered drinks, Dad asked Devyn what he’d been doing as his shirt was covered in loose threads.
“I was getting fitted for a suit,” he said absentmindedly while he fiddled with the salt shaker.
“Are you in a wedding party?”
I kicked him under the table, and he grimaced and sat up straight. “Ummm yes.”
Damn, I wished he’d come up with a different excuse, but when you’re fibbing, it’s best to keep as close to the truth as possible.
“That’s nice.” Dad took a sip of his soda. “Family or a friend?”
“Sorry?” My mate’s eyes glinted, his beast at the forefront of his gaze, and I nudged his foot again while mouthing, “Wolf.” Gods, if his beast popped out here, there’d be pandemonium. Dad might have a heart attack, animal control might shoot my mate’s wolf, and my world would end.
