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gloating smile. “I knew it!”
“Okay, all right, what do you want to eat?” he muttered.
“Red Curry, and I want it spicy. Like, level three spicy. And crab rolls. And soup,” she mumbled scouring the menu. “I’m hungry.”
When she looked up at Harrison, he was grinning at her like she was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Audrey bumped his shoulder and bathed in how happy she was when his warmth seeped through the sleeve of her cover-up. Her black glittery flip-flops clacked as they approached the counter, and after Harrison ordered their food, they made their way to one of the tables on the back patio. It was warm and pretty outside, and the umbrella over the table blocked the direct sunlight. Harrison sat across from her and squeezed his ankles around hers as he dug in.
“I needed today,” he said between bites. “I’ve been going so long where I didn’t have a good day, and this feels like a recharge.”
“Is it hard being an alpha?”
He inhaled deeply and took a long drink of his ice water. “It shouldn’t be this hard. I used to be good at this, but lately it feels like I let my entire crew down. I’m not hitting the numbers Damon wants, and because of that, we’re slowing down the new jobsites. Half of my crew left, and the ones I have left are at each other’s throats. And you were right when you said our trailer park looks like a shithole.”
“But you’re strong. You’ll fix your crew.”
He smiled but his eyes still stayed hollow. “I don’t care how strong you are. If you go through the suck long enough, it’ll take its toll. It’s been nice spending a day away from the drama at the park.”
Audrey gulped a spoonful of soup. “What does Missionary Impossible mean?”
Harrison dropped his head and chuckled. “Bash wrote that on the sign when I turned down his request to let women in the park for the tenth time. Missionary position? He was pissed at me and Clinton, so he spray-painted the sign out of revenge. I’m gonna make his ass climb back up there and scrub it off.”
“You should. And you should lift the ‘no girls allowed’ rule because I want to visit your park again.” She grinned brightly and shoveled another bite of soup into her maw.
“Oh yeah?” His eyes narrowed. He rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands in front of his mouth. “What else do you think I should do?”
“Call Clinton out on his shit, fix up your park however you want to, move those new shifters in, and start hitting those numbers like the badass Boss Bear you are. I mean, look at you. You’re built like a freaking freight train, are covered in scars that somehow didn’t kill you, and plus, on the internet, I saw a picture of you fighting Kong at some backwoods brawl house. I saw you go to battle with Clinton the other day. It was thirty seconds of beast mode, and then he was limp on the ground. And his bear is huge . You could fix anything.”
“Get all that stuff done and dig my crew out of this massive hole, just like that.”
“Just like that. Try this. It’s amazing.” She shoved the last half of her soup toward him, and then stole a scoop of crab fried rice from his plate. He’d ordered his in kill-me spicy though, so all she tasted was fire and pain.
Harrison laughed as she gulped down half her water to extinguish the flames on her tongue. He cocked his head and squeezed her ankles with his under the table. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re still optimistic.”
“Everyone’s been through a lot, Harrison. Life is hard, and sometimes it sucks, but you were the one who told me it was admirable that I saw a life I wanted and went after it.” She tucked a flyaway lock of hair behind her ear and softened her voice. “Go after the life you want.”
Chapter Seven
Audrey dipped her toe in the hot spring and grinned. The evening shadows stretched across the stone surface surrounding the pool, and the air had cooled considerably. This had been
“Okay, all right, what do you want to eat?” he muttered.
“Red Curry, and I want it spicy. Like, level three spicy. And crab rolls. And soup,” she mumbled scouring the menu. “I’m hungry.”
When she looked up at Harrison, he was grinning at her like she was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Audrey bumped his shoulder and bathed in how happy she was when his warmth seeped through the sleeve of her cover-up. Her black glittery flip-flops clacked as they approached the counter, and after Harrison ordered their food, they made their way to one of the tables on the back patio. It was warm and pretty outside, and the umbrella over the table blocked the direct sunlight. Harrison sat across from her and squeezed his ankles around hers as he dug in.
“I needed today,” he said between bites. “I’ve been going so long where I didn’t have a good day, and this feels like a recharge.”
“Is it hard being an alpha?”
He inhaled deeply and took a long drink of his ice water. “It shouldn’t be this hard. I used to be good at this, but lately it feels like I let my entire crew down. I’m not hitting the numbers Damon wants, and because of that, we’re slowing down the new jobsites. Half of my crew left, and the ones I have left are at each other’s throats. And you were right when you said our trailer park looks like a shithole.”
“But you’re strong. You’ll fix your crew.”
He smiled but his eyes still stayed hollow. “I don’t care how strong you are. If you go through the suck long enough, it’ll take its toll. It’s been nice spending a day away from the drama at the park.”
Audrey gulped a spoonful of soup. “What does Missionary Impossible mean?”
Harrison dropped his head and chuckled. “Bash wrote that on the sign when I turned down his request to let women in the park for the tenth time. Missionary position? He was pissed at me and Clinton, so he spray-painted the sign out of revenge. I’m gonna make his ass climb back up there and scrub it off.”
“You should. And you should lift the ‘no girls allowed’ rule because I want to visit your park again.” She grinned brightly and shoveled another bite of soup into her maw.
“Oh yeah?” His eyes narrowed. He rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands in front of his mouth. “What else do you think I should do?”
“Call Clinton out on his shit, fix up your park however you want to, move those new shifters in, and start hitting those numbers like the badass Boss Bear you are. I mean, look at you. You’re built like a freaking freight train, are covered in scars that somehow didn’t kill you, and plus, on the internet, I saw a picture of you fighting Kong at some backwoods brawl house. I saw you go to battle with Clinton the other day. It was thirty seconds of beast mode, and then he was limp on the ground. And his bear is huge . You could fix anything.”
“Get all that stuff done and dig my crew out of this massive hole, just like that.”
“Just like that. Try this. It’s amazing.” She shoved the last half of her soup toward him, and then stole a scoop of crab fried rice from his plate. He’d ordered his in kill-me spicy though, so all she tasted was fire and pain.
Harrison laughed as she gulped down half her water to extinguish the flames on her tongue. He cocked his head and squeezed her ankles with his under the table. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re still optimistic.”
“Everyone’s been through a lot, Harrison. Life is hard, and sometimes it sucks, but you were the one who told me it was admirable that I saw a life I wanted and went after it.” She tucked a flyaway lock of hair behind her ear and softened her voice. “Go after the life you want.”
Chapter Seven
Audrey dipped her toe in the hot spring and grinned. The evening shadows stretched across the stone surface surrounding the pool, and the air had cooled considerably. This had been
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