Page 11 of Same Rogue
“I’m only here for the night,” she reminded him with a shrug.
Why was she so nervous? She had a hell of a time finding the jalapeño poppers on the order kiosk, and her hands shook a little as she poured his beer into a frosty glass. By the time she was walking back over to his table, she was overthinking her entire life.
“What did you mean we are paired?” he asked as she set the beer down in front of him.
“Oh, you heard that?”
“Yeah. Do you mean Vic forged my signature? On matchmaking paperwork?”
She looked at him sympathetically and then pulled her phone from her back pocket. She typed in the werewolf registry database and pulled up her profile. Under her name was the pairing information. In the box, Bridger Thomas was listed as her mate, and beside his name it said Rogue.
“Shit,” he muttered on a breath.
He typed his name into the search, and sure enough, she was listed as his mate, right under his name.Nakita Rothchild, Rogue.
“You’re a Rogue? I thought you said you had a Pack.”
“I was listed under the McIver Pack until last week when we…err…those people signed our pairing contract. I took on your title. I guess that’s how it works,” she said softly. “I’ll get it fixed as soon as I can. I will call our…err…mymatchmaker tomorrow and see what I need to do to have our pairing dissolved. Hey look, I finally had a mate for a minute.” She gave off a nervous giggle. “My mom would be so proud.”
Bridger had been looking disturbed at the talk of their pairing, but at the mention of her mom, he looked up. “She wants you paired?”
“She wants grandbabies,” Kit deadpanned. “My brother is dragging his feet getting paired up too, and my mom is impatient.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I’ll fix the paperwork. Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I’ll have your food out in a few.”
Bridger nodded once and gave his attention to the window by his table.
Geez, he was hard to look away from. He had those high cheekbones, and a chiseled jawline that belonged on a model, but he had this rough edginess to him that was so appealing on an animalistic level. The way he’d hit Chase without an ounce of hesitation. His accuracy. His power. His ability to just take care of it and then go back to what he was doing? So hot.
She made a few drinks that had been ordered while she’d been talking to Bridger and then saw movement out of the corner of her eye near the kitchen. One of the pretty servers was grabbing the food that had just been set under the warmer in the window. It looked like Bridger’s dinner.
“I can get that,” she called, rushing to finish the drink she was making.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” the pretty blond said with a bright smile. No tattoos either.
A strange sensation filled her. Was this insecurity?Your type, she mouthed at Bridger as she tilted her head toward the gorgeous blond headed his way with his plates of food.
The strange sensation in her chest grew as he smiled up at the server and said something to her. She set the plates down and stood there with her hands on her hips, chatting with Bridger.
Okay, lady. He is fine.
“Miss?” an older gentleman asked. “Can I get another?”
She glanced at his empty beer glass and nodded. “Absolutely.”
But her attention stayed on Chatty Cathy over at Bridger’s table. She gave this little wave to him and Kit’s inner wolf wanted to bite her hand clean off.
Move along, hussy.
Kit had been pouring beer from the tap, and it spilled over the side of the frosted glass. “Crap,” she murmured, rushing to clean up.
Bridger was eating when she looked back up, and the server, Gretta, her nametag read, had a dreamy look in her eyes as she came to the bar to pick up a pair of the drinks Kit had just made.
“Nice guy,” Kit said conversationally.
“That is the finest man I have literally ever seen.”
Kit swallowed down a growl. “Yeah, well he’s my mate, so…taken.”Oh my gosh, stop talking!
Bridger snapped his attention to her, and any hope she’d had that he didn’t hear that was extinguished in an instant. Shoot.
