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hard. She
    couldn’t think. She couldn’t move.
     
    And then she almost puked when he took the hand of bitch sitting across from him
    and nibbled on her finger.
     

 
    “How dare he,” she hissed under her breath.
     
    Grabbing her order pad, she’d stalked up to the two of them, ready to scratch the
    bitch’s eyes out. The couple looked up at her, their expressions relaxed and friendly.
     
    Wait a minute.
     
    Something wasn’t right.
     
    It wasn’t Stone.
     
    Ali knew she was staring, her mouth hanging open. She forced a breath, suddenly
    panicking that she was about to make a complete fool out of herself.
     
    Holy shit!
     
    Stone had told her that he had a twin. The twin had moved here to take a mate. The
    cabin she’d fucked Stone in was their den.
     
    “What can I get you?” She knew her voice had to sound shaky.
     
    Taking their order to memory—there was no way her trembling fingers could write
    down a thing—she hurried away from the table.
     
    “Someone get out of line?” Cook asked, his scratchy voice matching his unshaven
    whiskers and abrupt manner. “One of those werewolves gets out of line, you just tell
    me.”
     
    “I need two steak sandwiches and fries,” she told him, and then managed a smile.
    “And I’m fine.”
     
    She was anything but fine. Her hands still shook when she carried their drinks out
    to them.
     
    “Your food should be out soon,” she told Stone’s twin, aching to say more, needing
    to know more.
     
    Like where is your littermate? Did he go back to Prince George? How do I find him?
     
    “I haven’t eaten here in forever,” the bitch said, grabbing Ali’s attention. “I
    remember it being really good and told Gabe we just had to eat here.”
     

 
    The first thing Ali noticed was that the young bitch couldn’t be that much different
    in age than she was. And Stone had accused her of being too young.
     
    “Cook does a good job.” She relaxed, the smile on the pretty young bitch putting
    Ali at ease. “But I haven’t seen you around here. Should we know each other?”
     
    “My den is pretty small.” The bitch lowered her voice. Humans might know about
    werewolves, but none of them spoke that openly in public. It was just how they’d all
    been raised since cubs. “But I grew up in the mountains.”
     
    She smiled at her mate, squeezing his hand. “And now I have a den of my own.”
     
    “Well, I’m Alicia Bastien. Everyone calls me Ali.” She didn’t make it a habit of
    introducing herself to every pack member that strolled through the door. These two
    were her only connection to the werewolf she couldn’t get out of her mind though.
     
    “Hi, Ali. I’m Pamela and this is Gabe.”
     
    The tavern door opened then, gusts of chilled wind wrapping around her legs, as
    several others entered the place. Ali smiled at the two of them, forcing herself not to
    look too long at Gabe, even though she ached to note the similarities and differences
    between him and Stone. She didn’t need some bitch challenging her for looking at her
    mate wrong.
     
    “I’ll have your food to you shortly,” she promised them, and then forced herself to
    focus on her work.
     
    By the time Cook had their food up, Ali was too busy serving drinks and meals to
    half the pack. All she had time to do was deliver their plates, and check on them once
    again before they were done. She watched them bring up their ticket, pay at the register,
    and then walk out the door, holding hands.
     
    Damn it. She wanted the happiness that swelled around those two.
     
    “I’ll be right back,” she told the other waitress before she could stop herself.
     
    She didn’t have a clue what she would say to them as she rushed out the door.
     
    “Wait,” she yelled, embarrassment already causing her cheeks to burn.
     

 
    Pamela brushed her long blonde hair from her face when she turned around, her
    expression showing her concern.
     
    “We paid our bill,” Pamela