Page 214 of One Winter Knight
“Hale is hot,” I agreed.
“I was actually talking about the Irish one. I couldn’t understand a word she was saying to my wife at the brunch, but it all sounded pretty.” Vickers shoveled food in his face, the light gleaming off his brown, bald head. He was a defender.
Fiona sent me a picture of a very impressive stack of pillows. I sent her a picture of my food.
Grif looked at my phone. “Is Hale under those pillows?”
“I think he is.” I squinted. Yes, yes he was.
“I think I should like to go to the bar,” Ivan stated. He glanced at Dimitri who was sitting with Jonas, Nakey, Pauley, Castle, and Nia.
“Wow, we’re all sitting somewhere different today.” Dean flopped down with us, giving Grif a kiss.
“Are you going to have a party when you’re moved in, Carlos?” Anders asked us.
“I will have to ask Fiona,” I replied.
“That is the right answer,” Vickers said. “Welcome to the mate life.”
Indeed. Maybe I should get them rings after practice.
“Gwen will want to have a party, but ours probably won’t be until off-season,” Clark added.
“How is Jasper doing? Has anyone talked to him since he was released from the hospital?” I added.
“Nia says he’ll be out for a while, though at this point he is still hoping to come back before the end of this season,” Grif replied.
Yeah, I wasn’t sure that would happen.
Kylee marched into the room and went straight for us. Inwardly, I sighed. What did I do now?
“Pack Himbo shirts at the charity event? Really? I take one day off…” Kylee sighed.
“It's just for fun. We’re not actually calling ourselves that,” Ireplied.
“Please don’t. I feel like you need to run your pack name through four or five functional adults before you make any decisions,” she replied.
“Dusty was talking about doing a vote on a livestream.” I made that up, but it was a really good idea.
“I can’t even.” She threw her hands up in the air and left.
As we finished, I leaned over and asked Grif the question I didn’t want everybody else to hear.
“Where can I buy some rings? Nice ones but not necessarily designer?” I asked. If he didn’t know, I’d ask Dimitri. But Grif did buy Verity nice jewelry sometimes.
“Let me text AJ. He always tells me which place to go for what thing.” He started texting someone.
“Thanks.”
Everyone left the dining room, some to go to other meetings or appointments, others to workout, or go home.
Dimitri just sat there holding a cup of coffee, looking at his phone.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I know I shouldn’t have shoved him.” Dimitri looked up at me, expression carefully blank.
“I don’t know what he said or what he did. But I know you. If you shoved him, there was a good reason. I didn’t invite him over. He sat down with us because we were forwards,” I replied.
