Page 95 of Broken Omega

I can’t pretend it wouldn’t.

“Relax,” Lana says. “Take a deep breath. Don’t catastrophize. Go to Goldcrest and concentrate on asking her questions about herself. Tell a joke or two. Be sweet to her. Let her steal French fries from your plate, or whatever.”

“I doubt the meal will consist of anything that involves French fries.”

Shit.Now I’m worried about what it will consist of. Something too fancy to consider eating, probably.

“Caviar, then,” she jokes, making me worry a little more.

“Caviar. Isn’t that fish eggs?”

“You’re impossible.”

She crosses her arms and stares at me. “If you don’t go now, I’ll call Brooke and tell her how I feel about her.”

“You’re kidding.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“I’m going.” I pick up the car keys from her kitchen counter.

Christ, I haven’t driven in years. If I rear end someone and that’s what makes me miss this dinner, I’m seriously going to hate myself forever.

“Have fun!” Lana calls out as I leave her apartment.

I have plenty of time. I just need to stay calm.

It’s totally not weird that I held onto my virginity for this woman I’ve barely even met.

She’s my true mate. Alphas hold out for their true mates all the time.

It’s expected, even. Probably. Probably not.

Shit. She’s going to think I’m crazy.

Or a loser. Or a crazy loser.

I shouldn’t go.

It’s not fate if it’s a one-time shot, is it, really?

It should be a real invitation. One that opens a door that stays open.

Fuck. I’m driving myself insane and I’m not even at the academy yet.

I get into the Lexus and take a few deep breaths.

Just ask her questions. Be sweet. Tell jokes. Eat her fries.

No, let her eat my fries.

Pretty sure women don’t like guys who eat their food.

Not sure where I heard that, but still. I’m not going to go there.

It’ll probably be caviar instead of fries anyway.

I start the engine and get moving.

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