Page 5 of Knot Their Reality

"Right. You're a lawyer. I assume you enjoy it?"

"I do. It's amazing to be able to help people prove their innocence, and I love everything about the law and studying it. And there's always more to learn because laws can change at any time. I think that's part of the reason I love it so much." I bite down on my lip, realizing that I'm probably rambling and most people don't want to hear me ramble about the law. Trust me, I've been told it enough times to know better.

"Why did you stop?" Jackson asks, tilting his head. "I can tell there's more you want to say. It's obvious how much you love it."

I'm surprised by his words. "And you don't mind that I ramble about it? I've been told on numerous occasions that it's annoying."

"Not at all. It's something you're passionate about. I wish more people were passionate about their work. Whoever said that to you was wrong—every single one of them. If they didn't want to hear about the job you love, then they weren't the people for you, were they?"

I gape at him before slowly shaking my head. "No, I guess you're right."

"Good. Well, I look forward to hearing more about it later." Jackson glances over my shoulder, and I realize either Bree or Tessa are signaling that our time is up.

I hold my hand out for him again. "Thank you, Jackson. It's been a pleasure speaking with you, and I look forward to getting to know you better."

With one more shake of our hands, Jackson steps around me and moves toward the spot he'll wait in. I want to turn and watch him walk away and be like Bree was during the first season—she didn't have any qualms about checking out the men as they walked away, but that's just not me.

Instead, I wait patiently for the next limo to arrive with Reginald close by.

I don't have to wait long as I once again hear the sound of tires approaching. My nerves feel a bit more settled now that I've met the first suitor. Don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely still a mess, but I feel like I can actually do this now.

The man that steps from the limo is pretty much the opposite of Jackson. In my heels, he's maybe an inch or so taller than me, putting him at about five foot ten, I would guess. His head is shaved close on the sides with his silver-streaked dark brown hair that's bordering on black, flipping over to one side. He also has a beard, but it's neatly trimmed and mostly silver. He wears the tuxedo pants and shirt, but it's unbuttoned, and the sleeves are rolled up. I can see tattoos on his chest, hands, and forearms. I'm fairly certain there are even tattoos on his fingers alongside the rings he wears on each of them. He has wide shoulders that have me panting—along with the forearm porn he has on display.

He obviously screams bad boy, and I'm here for it. Damn.

The smile he shoots me is more of a smirk, and now I'm thankful for the scent canceling panties Bree forced on me as slick begins to spill when he licks his lips.

"Well, hello there, doll." As he comes to a stop in front of me, he reaches for my hands and lifts them to his lips. He brushes a kiss on each of them as my eyes grow even wider. His eyes are a light gray that almost appear silver and they're fascinating. I'm not sure I've ever seen eyes quite that shade before. It's just another part of him that, when put together, equals this gorgeous man before me. Why is he so freaking hot? "You're the most gorgeous sight I've seen in a long time."

Then he winks at me as his scent wafts to me. I almost combust at the combination, my eyes practically rolling into the back of my head. He smells like chocolate cake—all cocoa and chocolate mousse, and an alpha to boot. I want to eat him.

"And that scent?" He shakes his head. "It's just like being on the beach with that breeze blowing in. It's just as lovely as you are."

"My scent? What about yours? Chocolate cake? Really? It's like you know my deepest desire."

He chuckles, low and gruff. "Oh, I'd like to, little omega. I'd really like to."

I hear someone clear their throat, and I force myself to step away from him, as we'd been drifting closer and closer as if pulled by an invisible string. "Wow, we just totally skipped the introductions there, didn't we?"

"I'm sorry about that. I'd say you made me forget my manners, but I don't have any." And there's that damn smirk again. "But I'm Jace. Jace Falcon."

"It's very nice to meet you, Jace. As I'm sure you know, I'm Sophia. I'm thirty-four and a lawyer. Career driven, but here to find my pack."

His smile gentles at that. "And I'm sure you'll have no problem putting together a pack of your own. Only an idiot wouldn't want to be a part of your pack, and I'm guessing at least most of the suitors won't be idiots. But if they are, don't worry, I'll be here."

The two of us laugh together.

"I’m an alpha, in case you weren’t able to pick up on that from my scent. I just turned fifty, and I own my own mechanic shop. We specialize in motorcycles and custom builds. We've built up a good reputation and are the place to go for custom bikes." He pauses. "Do you ride?"

I sputter out a laugh. "Me? On a motorcycle? By myself? That would never happen, but I'm definitely not opposed to riding with someone else. I know women ride all the time on their own, but I'm too scared to even try. Should I not have admitted that?"

He laughs along with me. "No, that makes sense. And you don't want to get on a bike scared. Your best bet if you ever want to be able to ride alone is to take classes—we offer those at the shop as well—or get comfortable by riding with someone. And by someone, I mean me, obviously."

"I will take that into consideration." I shake my head, loving how he went from making me all hot and bothered to laughing. This is the kind of person that I desperately need in my life.

"And I'll do everything I can to make sure it happens." The smirk has returned and I kind of love it.

I feel my face flush and know I must be bright red, but Jace doesn't comment on it. "I guess we should get the family conversation out of the way. I have no family left. They died when I was young, and I went into the system. How about you?"

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