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the buttered bread. “Like what?”
“That is something me and you will never have a discussion about.” Garrett shook his head, using the bread to sop up the sauce from the lasagna.
“So you use these women?” Janna frowned, her eyes leaving his plate to land on him.
“You’re a woman so you would think that.” Garrett frowned with a jaded laugh. “No, I don’t use them, but I could very easily. Every woman from sixteen to sixty wants to be mated to an alpha, most will do anything to have that status.”
“And you really hate the benefits that brings.” Janna snorted, not believing it for a second as she watched him finish his meal from one of those women. “Come on. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Garrett pushed his plate away, sat back in his chair and stared at her for what seemed like forever. “Some alphas probably take advantage of the situation, but I don’t.” The stare he was giving her was full of nothing but the truth of his words. “I am more than an alpha.”
A wave of respect for this man overwhelmed her. He didn’t seem like a player to her. Quite the opposite. He wasn’t like the type of person to say anything he didn’t mean, as it would be a waste of his time. Garrett Foster was a man who spoke his mind and damn the consequence. Making a decision to put her trust in him, she gave him a small smile. Standing and grabbing an empty plate, she filled it with the lasagna and bread. Setting it down on the island, she glanced at his milk. He pointed to where the glasses were. Filling up the glass with milk, she walked back over, sat down and took a large bite of lasagna. Closing her eyes, she moaned.
“Oh, my God,” Janna said, between chewing. “I so couldn’t judge you if you did use them for the food, if they all cooked like this.”
Garrett laughed. “Roxy is a sweet girl and can cook like a dream, but someone else has his eyes on her.”
“Hunter?” Janna frowned, not believing that boy had eyes for one girl.
“Ah, no,” Garrett snorted. “Hunter has his eyes on anything with a…”
Janna held up her hand stopping him. “I get the point,” she replied with a laugh.
They sat eating in silence, both lost in their own thoughts and comfortable with the quiet and each other. For once, Janna’s beast seemed at ease, letting her have peace to enjoy a meal. The restlessness she usually felt was still there, but not so close to the surface.
“It’s really nice what you did for Leda and Sam.” Garrett finally broke the silence. Janna looked at him surprised. “Sam likes to talk, especially about you.”
Janna shrugged, but smiled when Sam was mentioned. “They’re good kids. They were just hungry, but took from the wrong guy.” She shook her head, remembering her first meeting with Sam and Leda. “I stopped in this little restaurant to grab a bite to eat. I noticed Leda and Sam right away because they sat at their table with just water. I watched as a guy got up, leaving his plate. Sam snuck over grabbing what he could, then went to go back to share with his sister, but the man came out of the bathroom and saw him. The guy was a real ass. Instead of being kind, he picked Sam up shaking him and yelling.”
“And you came in being the hero.” Garrett leaned further back in his chair stretching, but his eyes never left her.
“Well, if being slammed across the room so he’d drop Sam is what a hero does, then yeah, I was a hero.” Janna cringed, rubbing her still sore ribs. “But I’d do it again.”
“No one did anything to help?” Garrett frowned. “Weren’t there any men there?”
Nodding, Janna tried to hide her grin. “Yeah, there were, but then Sam tried to shift and sent a few running.”
Garrett laughed. “The kid is something else.”
That sobered Janna’s light mood instantly. “I want you to be honest with me, Garrett.” His name felt weird on her lips, but comfortable. “Is my being here putting people in danger? I don’t understand
Jennifer McCartney, Lisa Maggiore