The morning of the opening, Grace made French Toast, another thing I had never had before. Matt swore it was the best French Toast he’d ever had and Alyssa had nearly whined with annoyance.
We could make it too if we knew how.
I scoffed, What is your deal?
Alyssa huffed, The alpha is building a pack. We should be his luna.
My face heated at the thought. Me as Matt’s Luna? The idea was ridiculous. Matt left again to handle something else and get a haircut for the night. He left his card with me.
“Go to the salon or something,” Matt said, “There’s one downstairs.”
I looked at the card as he left and tossed it on the table. It was a sweet gesture, but looking at Grace’s apprehensive expression, I knew she wasn’t interested in going to the salon downstairs.
“How about an at-home spa
