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Ezra’s uncertainty visibly melted away. “Then let him say something. I’ve waited long enough for you, and nobody is going to take you from me.”
“You did?”
“I did what?” Ezra asked, confused.
“Waited for me?”
“Oh babe, if only you knew. The moment I saw you, I knew you were special, but you were so shy I was worried about scaring you. Every time I tried to get you alone, you disappeared. It was frustrating, to say the least. But I have you now, and nobody is going to keep me from you. Let Hawthorne say his piece. As long as you’re happy, that’s all I care about,” Ezra stated, holding my eyes.
Damn him. Ezra knew precisely what to say. He was melting my heart, and I didn’t know how to handle this. I was rather innocent, to say the least. Patrick had not been exciting in bed, and honestly, I’d wondered what all the fuss about sex was. Now, just with a few kisses, Ezra had shown me something different. Patrick had kissed like a wet fish; Ezra certainly didn’t.
I was coming to the realisation that it hadn’t been me at fault or me being frigid. Just that Patrick clearly thought he was more skilled than he was. Which was a shame for him, but highly amusing for me.
“I’m glad you waited. I liked you too, but was too shy to say anything,” I admitted.
The hostess interrupted us, approaching with a warm smile. “Your table is ready, Ezra,” she said in a friendly tone. She sent me a welcoming smile, too, which made me feel at ease. Then she led us to a table.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Dylan notice us and sit upright. Ezra’s hand was firmly in the middle of my back, and I felt rather than saw Dylan focus on it.
With both of us ignoring Dylan, Ezra held out my chair and helped me sit. When he took his own seat, the hostess offered us menus and told us the waitress would be along soon. I causally noted how she headed straight for the kitchen.
“She’s gone to get Bernard,” Ezra said, chuckling.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because whenever Rage is in here, Bernard always comes out, takes over our meal choices and spoils us,” Ezra explained.
“Oh, is that because of his relationship with Phoe?”
“Yes, Stefan, one of Phoe’s directors, is Bernard’s husband. They’ve become family to the MC. Especially when Bernard decides to spoil us,” Ezra answered as a man flew through the kitchen doors in a chef’s outfit and headed for us.
“Ezra and the gorgeous Dana. Together? Wow! Now, you’re both going to have to trust me, but I have the chef’s kiss of a meal planned for you!” Bernard announced. He reached down and patted Ezra on the shoulder. He took my hand and kissed it next.
“I won’t bother with the menu,” Ezra replied and handed it to Bernard.
Bernard took mine away as well. “Trust me, and I’ll have a nice bottle of wine brought over and a craft beer for you.”
I was bemused when Bernard shot back towards the kitchen, clicking his fingers at a waitress.
“Well, I’ve been here a few times but never had service like that,” I teased Ezra, who was grinning at me.
“No, but we’re going to get a hell of a meal,” Ezra retorted, and I laughed. I was so busy laughing that I didn’t see Dylan approaching.
“Hey,” he announced in a calm voice. I recognised that tone. It meant he was unamused.
“Hey, Dylan,” I responded with a smile, hoping to calm him down.
“Hawthorne,” Ezra replied.
“Having dinner?” Dylan asked.
“Well, this is a restaurant,” Ezra answered.
I sensed alpha vibes coming off them both and wanted to hide. Dylan really was angry under his polite veneer, and Ezra was responding. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
“You know how I feel about my women,” Dylan stated.
“Yeah, and we aren’t discussing this in front of Dana. She’s had a great day, and we’re relaxing over a meal. Plus, your date isn’t looking so happy at being deserted,” Ezra said, tilting his head.
