“Lucinda, Courtney invited us to dinner. She said she wanted to thank me for saving her and thank you for letting me take care of her last night, would you come?” Dominic asked.
Before I could answer, my wolf had answered in my mind first, “Why did he say her name again? Reject it, Lucinda!”
However, I refused to follow her and answered, “Sure, why not?”
Because of that, my wolf seemed to hate me, but then I had an idea to satisfy her. I continued, “But I haven't taken a shower yet.”
“How about taking a bath together, my Luna?”
I didn’t expect Dominic would respond that way, but it satisfied our wolf really well, so I just followed the rhythm and let my wolf take over.
***
When we got to the restaurant, Lucinda had been waiting inside. But then I noticed the table set for two. Should I not come then?
However, Dominic, without even thinking about it, motioned the waiter to bring an extra set of utensils and pulled out a chair for me as he always did when we dined out.
As soon as the dish was beautifully presented, Courtney said with a smile, “Lucinda, you must be very scared at that time. After the miscarriage, a fire happened at the check-up place. I even had a panic attack after that.”
I only smiled to answer her chit chat. But then Dominic asked, as if he just remembered, “Oh my Goddess, I am sorry, I forgot to ask how you are. What were the results of the check up?”
“Nothing important,” I answered briefly.
Then Courtney suddenly interrupted. She asked, “Dom, how could you forget about it? Naughty Alpha.”
Because of that, Dominic and Courtney started to be busy chatting with each other again, while I chose to drink a lot of wine that night.
Dominic suddenly scolded me, “Don’t drink too much.”
I knew that he never liked the smell of alcohol in other’s breath, but I thought I would go insane if I did not drink that night.
“I can handle it.”
“No, we should go home now,” Dominic said, then he asked Courtney, “You come with us?”
“Sure.”
When the three of us were in Dominic’s car, I suddenly brought up Courtney’s Twitter Post.
“Oh! You posted a photo with a candy apple here, right?”
I didn’t know it was because I was drunk or just jealous, but I kept saying, “Dominic has a mild case of germophobia, so he will never let me eat in his car. I envy you, Courtney.”