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“She’ll have three carne asada tacos with extra guacamole,” he says confidently.
“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms and trying not to feel aroused by him ordering for me, because my omega nature is obsessed with that. “And what makes you think you know my order?”
Dash’s smile turns wicked. “Just a hunch. Besides, everyone loves extra guac.”
“I’m not everyone,” I retort, but I catch Quinn’s eye in the rearview mirror, and he’s smirking. “Fine. Three carne asada tacos with extra guacamole.”
“See?” Dash leans back with a satisfied grin. “Told you.”
Quinn places the order, adding a ridiculous amount of food for himself and Dash. I’m starting to think they have bottomless pits instead of stomachs.
Alphas…
As we wait in line, Dash continues to make himself comfortable, sprawling out as much as he can. “So, Aria, tell me about yourself. What’s a girl like you doing with a guy like Quinn?”
I narrow my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing,” Dash says innocently, but his eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just curious. You don’t seem like the type to hang out with my boring brother.”
“Boring?” I glance at Quinn, who’s focused on the drive-through window. “He doesn’t seem boring to me.”
“That’s because you haven’t known him as long as I have,” Dash replies with a wink. “Trust me, he’s the king of boring.”
Quinn hands the cash to the attendant, ignoring Dash’s jabs. “Don’t listen to him, Aria. He’s just jealous because I actually have a functioning brain.”
“Hey!” Dash protests, feigning hurt. “I have a brain. It’s just more fun oriented.”
“Chaos oriented, you mean,” Quinn deadpans, taking the bags of food and passing them back to me. “Here, distribute these wisely.”
As I distribute the bags, I can’t resist asking, “So, Dash, what’s your damage? Besides being a sloppy alpha who likes to start fights with bouncers.”
I am so glad I can’t scent them over the liquor, sweat, and tacos. The plugs in my nose, a necessary evil since that incident at the airport, are doing their job. I hope they can’t smell me.
No one needs to know about the duct tape over my scent glands. It’s not exactly comfortable, but it’s better than the alternative. Being scented as an unmated omega in a city? No thanks. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way.
Dash chuckles, accepting his food. “Well, when you put it like that… I’m the fun one, the life of the party, and the guy everyone wants to be around.”
“Sounds exhausting,” I reply, taking a bite of my taco. The flavors explode in my mouth, and I can’t help the small moan that escapes. “Okay, these are really good.”
“Told you,” Dash says, smugness dripping from his tone. “Stick with me, and I’ll show you all the best spots.”
“Is that a promise?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Down, girl.
“Absolutely,” Dash says, leaning forward again. “In fact, how about we make a deal? You hang out with us for the rest of the night, and I’ll show you the time of your life.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’ve had enough near-death experiences for one night.”
“Your loss,” Dash says, but there’s no malice in his tone, “but the offer stands.”
Quinn pulls out of the drive-through and starts heading back to the main road. “All right, Dash, that’s enough. Aria, you don’t have to entertain his nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense,” Dash protests. “It’s an invitation.”
“To what?” I challenge, looking between the brothers. “More drunken shenanigans?”
“Maybe,” Dash says with a wink. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
