Page 5 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

It’s Alicia who breaks first. She shifts to one side on her booth seat, and I ease in next to her. It’s definitely awkward. The last time I saw this woman, she was declaring her rejection of me in front of the whole pack.

“Hey,” I say, feeling ridiculous.

She glances at me. “Hey.”

“You’re back.”

She frowns at me. “I’m not back.”

I’m not sure what she means by that, since she obviouslyisback, but I decide to let that go.

“How are you ladies doing tonight?”

“We’re good!” Kayla says. “Just getting out of the house for a while. Alicia hasn’t been to the pack bar in decades.”

“They haven’t done any work on it,” I say. “I hope you weren’t expecting to find the place spruced up.”

She shakes her head. "It would have been a mistake if they’d done that,” she says. “This place has character, I’ll give it that.”

I grin. “Sure does. How are things out in the human world?”

She shrugs. “Can’t complain.”

“You should visit Alicia in the human world,” Kayla suggests. “Go see her place.”

The bartender brings the women a couple of beers, so I’m spared having to answer that. “Can I get one of those?” I ask, and she nods and disappears.

Kayla drains her beer in a single long swallow and gets to her feet. “I should go, actually,” she says. “I was going to meet Alistair.”

“Kayla, hang on,” Alicia objects.

“I’ll see you back at the house!” Kayla says. She hurries away out the door.

I get up from Alicia’s side of the booth and take the seat Kayla vacated so I can look at her head on.

“You know she just did that to give me hell, right?” Alicia says. “She knows how awkward it is for the two of us to be here together.”

“Does it have to be that way?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…Okay, so you rejected me. That was twenty years ago. I’m over it. I’m guessing you are too.”

She chuckles. “Well, yeah.”

“So can’t we just sit here and have a drink together like any other two people?”

She cocks her head. “You think?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Okay,” she allows. “Catch me up on what’s been going on in your life. Get into any fights lately?”

I laugh. Alicia’s father is the alpha of the Greystone Pack. I’m not about to get into a fight withhim. He’s almost thirty years older than I am. It would be in poor taste, and none of the other guys around here are worth the time and energy it would take to slap them down.

“No fights,” I say, accepting the beer the bartender hands me as she walks by.

“Really? That’s hard to believe. Last I saw you, you were in a fight every other day.”

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