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As much as it bothers me that he clearly had Jonah ask me to neutralize before we went out together, this time, I get it. What happened in that fancy store last week was beyond embarrassing.
When I mention it, though, he nearly jerks the car off the road before casting me a scowl.
After a long, furious beat, he curves two fingers at me. “Serena. Come here.”
Brow creasing, I lean across the center console, wondering if he’s about to try to kiss me or…
Instead, he tilts his head. Letting me get a good read of his scent, which?—
Isn’t there?
When I blink at him, he explains, “I thought it would be nice for us to spend some time together without that element in play. You know—not as mates or alpha and omega. Just… Tristan and Serena.”
I’m… speechless. Not because my Omega is freaking out, but because I am touched beyond words.
We roll up to a stop light, giving him ample time to see the tears gathering in my eyes. Thinking he’s upset me, he starts rambling, “Not that I don’t love your scent, omega. You know I do. I only?—”
He can’t finish the sentence.
Because my lips are suddenly covering his.
chapter
fifty-four
I haven’t stopped staring at this woman’s face since she kissed me.
And she knows it.
I’m so distracted, I can’t even take in our surroundings. The upscale Japanese eatery is renowned for its high-class aesthetic and fantastic food—but my eyes can’t see beyond Serena’s face as we walk through the artful Zen garden space at the center of the restaurant.
As the hostess seats us, I catch Serena smirking. When our eyes meet, she arches one thin black brow. “Something distracting you, Senator?”
God, she’s such a sharp little brat.
Spencer might like bringing her to heel, but I think I love her just like this. Quick-minded and in control, teasing me with her goddess-green eyes and those smartass smiles.
It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to laugh. And even longer since I felt this bubbling swirl in my center.
Joy.
I don’t know if it’s hers or mine.
At this point, I’d argue they’re one and the same.
She slinks into her chair and picks up her menu. When a sudden lurch of panic grips her gut, I find myself flinching toward my phone.
But there’s no one else to call now.
I’m the alpha who’s with her.
“Everything all right?” I ask, eyeing her over the long list of options. “The chef here offers omakase if you’d like to be surprised.”
The dread deadening her insides only gets stronger. When her eyes start to leap around the menu, I realize—she doesn’t know what anything is. She’s never been out for sushi before.
Finally, a problem I can actually solve.
I relax, a fond smile curving my mouth as I reach over and splay my palm across her menu. When she frowns over at me, I just grin wider.
