15
Molly
I was going to bust this mofo like a watermelon tossed off a building. I sat at the bar, my hair shining like silver moonlight, dressed in my femme fatale best. Theo was in my thoughts, hovering at the edge of them, his nervousness so strong it was almost contagious.
Relax, my love, I sent to him.
It’s hard to relax when your wife is on a date.
A smile tilted my lips. This is for Tanner. He’s the last dragon without a mate. We can do this for him. For her. Can’t we?
We can, he assured me. We will. Just … don’t kiss him or anything, okay?
I chuckled out loud. You don’t have to worry. You’re the only one on my mind.
The target walked in surrounded by two other guys. They all had the same slicked back, over dressed look. Douchebag chic, I liked to call it. I sent a quick text to Tanner and Blaire.
He’s here. I’ll give him a little while so he doesn’t think I’m desperate. Let me know if I need to stall him.
Good luck, Blaire texted back.
I didn’t need luck. I needed Greg to like silver-haired blondes.
Don’t worry, Tanner texted back. They like to look at the entire package, Tanner texted back. And by the entire package, I mean your boobs.
Boobs