Page 10 of Fated Midlife Christmas
The server listened to them without writing anything down, and then she looked expectantly at Lars. “For you?”
“I’m not sure. They all sound good,” he admitted.
She straightened up and took a step back. “Wow! Iloveyour accent! Where are you from? No, wait! Let me guess. I was really good at this back when I was a fine arts major. I did a lot of theater and had to master quite a few accents. Germany?”
“Um, no. I’m from?—”
“Wait!” she insisted. “I’ll bet it’s one of those places where the accents sound really close. Austria?”
Lars blinked. To him, the difference was vast. “Actually, it’s?—”
“Poland!” she shouted, earning a few looks from other nearby tables.
“No. I’m?—”
“I need to think about this a little. Let me get your order, and I’ll figure it out,” she insisted.
It wasn’t a game he was particularly interested in playing, but she was so eager. Lars looked at the drink list once again. There was one drink that kept drawing his eye. “I’ll have the mistletoe martini, please.”
“Coming right up!”
“Mistletoe sure paid off for you a couple of nights ago,” Griffin remarked with a gleam in his eyes. “I guess we all know what’s on your mind.”
“We don’t even need to guess, do we?” Lilith grinned at him from across the table.
“It was just one kiss,” Ewan defended him. “And if it’s under the mistletoe, it doesn’t count.”
Beck tapped his fingertips on the table. “Oh, I think it counted, all right.”
Kendrick let out his deep laugh. “If they kissed like that under the mistletoe and it ‘doesn’t count,’ then I’m glad we weren’t around to see the kisses thatdocount!”
They all laughed again, and so did Lars. He always found himself in a good mood when he was around the Alexander dragons, even when they were teasing him.
“Just a few days in America, and already you found her.” Lilith clasped her hands together and rested her cheek on them. “It’s like one of those romantic Christmas movies!”
“Hold on,” Ewan countered. “Don’t put words in his mouth. They kissed, but that doesn’t mean they’re mates. Right?” He looked expectantly at Lars.
Lars shook his head and smiled. “I’m afraid you’re wrong, my friend.”
“Damn!” Griffin gently pounded the table. “I should’ve made a bet!”
“You’ve lost more of them than you’ve won, so you’d still be behind,” Ewan retorted.
“All right, boys,” Kendrick said. “Let’s let our guest talk for a moment, eh?”
All five dragons now turned to stare at him.
“It’s true,” he said with a sigh, seeing no reason to hide it from them. The Alexander clan was close with the Artemis Eclipse shifter coven, and they would’ve figured it out anyway. Just his and Amanda’s behavior at dinner the other night had been enough. “I believe she’s my mate.”
“That’s so exciting!” Lilith squealed. “I love it! I want to do something for you guys to celebrate, like bake a cake or something.”
The server returned with a tray of drinks, setting each one down in front of the correct person. She put Lars’s martini down last. “Denmark?”
“No, sorry.”
“That’s okay. I’ll get it! Did I hear we’re celebrating something tonight?”
“Yes!” Lilith said, right as Lars said, “No!”
