Page 16 of Fallout
Wolf shifters sure can eat.
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Why didn’t you tell me?
Henley
After school on Friday, I’m excited about hanging out with Parker. He’s been busy with his dad all week and I’ve hardly got to spend any time with him. But, as we’re about to get into his Jeep, he gets a phone call. I try hard not to show my disappointment when he fishes his phone out of his pocket.
“What?” Parker practically yells into his phone. He waves a hand at Blaine, who is about to get into his truck next to us.
Blaine makes his way over to us, his hands in the front pocket of his jeans.
“Fine.” Parker ends the call and shoves his phone back into his pocket. He looks at me. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.
He sighs. “Blaine, can you take Henley home?”
Blaine perks up. “Absolutely.”
I grin. “You mean I’m not stuck with Will tonight?”
Parker kisses me on the cheek. “I have to go, but stay with Blaine until I come later tonight.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He gets into his Jeep, so I follow Will to his truck. He opens the passenger side door for me. I notice a couple of girls looking our way, but we’re too far away for me to hear their thoughts. Still, it’s not hard to see the jealousy on their face.
Out of all the guys in the pack, Blaine is the one the girls like the most. It’s easy to see why—he’s the nice one. He has a flirty persona that makes girls think they have a shot with him. Not to mention, Blaine is very good looking. It’s those blue, blue eyes.
Blaine gets in the driver’s seat and shoots me a grin, revealing his dimples.
I shake my head at him. “It’s unfair how cute you are.”
His grin widens. “Ah, Henley, flirt with me like this and I will buy you dinner.”
“You’ll buy me dinner anyway.” I put on my seatbelt.
“Will I?” He inquires.
I nod. “Yes. Because I’m a cheap date. I don’t eat nearly as much as a wolf shifter.”
He laughs. “Just promise you won’t let Parker hear you call this a date.”
I frown at the mention of Parker. Just what is my mate up to that has him so busy? I know that he has to help his dad with stuff as part of his alpha duties, but I never see him anymore.
Blaine turns his truck in the opposite direction of my house and instead heads toward town. I glance over at him, curious about where we’re going.
“I need food, and you promised to be my date,” he says. “Does pizza sound good? We can grab a couple of boxes and head to your house.”
“Okay.” I relax in my seat. “But keep in mind, I’ll only eat a couple of slices.”
“Maybe I need three then.” He nods like it’s already decided. “I hope you like meat.”
I guess I should have expected that.
An hour later, after pizza and homework, Blaine and I sit in the living room. He’s playing a video game while I knit on a sweater I started a few weeks ago.