The Mane Squeeze
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My parents came here for dinner? Why?
Why?
Yeah. Why? Theres an IHOP down the road from their house. Thats usually all they need.
Umyour father was feelingromantic.
What?
Frisky, might be a better word.
Okay, thats enough. I dont need to know any more.
If youre sure.
Im sure. I do not need to hear about my frisky father.
With a shrug, Ric led them to a smaller private dining room with a small table and two chairs. Everything was draped in dark reds and browns, the furniture made of dark wood.
Does this work? Ric asked.
Perfect.
Lock held her seat out and Gwen stared at it. What are you doing?
Would you get in the seat? She did, since he snarled at her, and then he took his own seat.
Ric handed them both menus. Whatever you want. Your waiter will be with you shortly. He started to walk out and then said, Oh. Wine?
Lock and Gwen looked at each other and both shook their heads at the same time.
Okay. Let me guess. Ric studied Gwen before offering, Sprite?
She grinned. Shrugged.
And without looking at Lock said, Big glass of milk?
Several.
Shaking his head, Ric walked out. An award-winning wine cellar at your disposal and you want milk.
Philistine!
The door closed and Gwen said, Whats Rics full name?
Ulrich.
Cute. And last name?
Van Holtz.
Thats what shed thought! One of the richest and most powerful Packs in the world and Lock was best friends with one of the direct bloodline. It never occurred to you to tell me that?
Lock gazed at her. Tell you what?
And she got the feelinghe really didnt have a clue what she meant.
Although Lock couldnt shake the feeling Ric was hiding something from him, he would still remember this night as the best one hed ever had at any Van Holtz restaurant. Perhaps the addition of Gwen had in fact made it his best night anywhere. Ever.
It didnt take long for him to get out of her what had her so upset and even less time to get her to smile and stop thinking about it. He understood her frustration with her family, though. Understood it more than she realized. He also knew she was braver than him because shed taken the leap while he was still working up the nerves and the cash.
But soon, instead of ruminating about their frustrations, they focused more on talking about their childhoods, swapping stories about growing up inJersey and Philly. About his time working as a bouncer at one of the many bars on the Jersey Shore and her early days taking her schools plumbing apart to see how it worked.
They had no idea how late it was until Ric finally stuck his head in. Sorry to do this, guys, but were shutting down for the night. Thats when Lock knew they were the last there; Ric wouldnt toss him out unless they were.
So he took Gwen back to her hotel and they stood outside in the chilly night, the hotel still alive with activity, even at the late hour.
Do you want to come inside for a drink? she softly offered.
No. No. No, no, no, no. No.
Gwen stared at him. One no would have been clear.
Those nos werent for you. They were for me. I was simply saying them out loud.
Smiling, her hands stuffed into the front pocket of her cargo pants, she said, It seems like youre fighting with yourself there, Jersey.
I am. Because I want to come up with you, but
But she pushed when he didnt go on.
Something tells me not now.
She blew out a breath and it was cold enough to see it. Why not?
I have no idea where this is going, Gwen. But Im not going to wake up tomorrow and find myself dismissed. And I think if I go upstairs with you nowthats exactly whats going to happen.
Youre that sure?
Yeah. Im that sure.
She nodded. Okay. Then how about a date?
Lock smiled. He couldnt help it. Youre asking me out?
Im asking you out.
Id love to.
Tomorrow? Its Saturday.
He winced. I cant tomorrow. Family thing at my parents house. Unless you want to
For our first date?
He shook his head. Good point.
What about Sunday?
Sundays great. And if it wasnt, hed make it great. How about I pick you up here? Around one oclock? We can get lunch, maybe catch a movie or something, and then dinner.
Perfect.
Okay. Sunday. One oclock.
Sunday, one oclock.
Lock had no idea how long they stood there, grinning at each other like a couple of idiots, but when she turned to walk away, he snapped out of it.
Catching her arm, he pulled her back. I said I wouldnt go up with you tonight. I didnt say anything about not getting another kiss.
Why?
Yeah. Why? Theres an IHOP down the road from their house. Thats usually all they need.
Umyour father was feelingromantic.
What?
Frisky, might be a better word.
Okay, thats enough. I dont need to know any more.
If youre sure.
Im sure. I do not need to hear about my frisky father.
With a shrug, Ric led them to a smaller private dining room with a small table and two chairs. Everything was draped in dark reds and browns, the furniture made of dark wood.
Does this work? Ric asked.
Perfect.
Lock held her seat out and Gwen stared at it. What are you doing?
Would you get in the seat? She did, since he snarled at her, and then he took his own seat.
Ric handed them both menus. Whatever you want. Your waiter will be with you shortly. He started to walk out and then said, Oh. Wine?
Lock and Gwen looked at each other and both shook their heads at the same time.
Okay. Let me guess. Ric studied Gwen before offering, Sprite?
She grinned. Shrugged.
And without looking at Lock said, Big glass of milk?
Several.
Shaking his head, Ric walked out. An award-winning wine cellar at your disposal and you want milk.
Philistine!
The door closed and Gwen said, Whats Rics full name?
Ulrich.
Cute. And last name?
Van Holtz.
Thats what shed thought! One of the richest and most powerful Packs in the world and Lock was best friends with one of the direct bloodline. It never occurred to you to tell me that?
Lock gazed at her. Tell you what?
And she got the feelinghe really didnt have a clue what she meant.
Although Lock couldnt shake the feeling Ric was hiding something from him, he would still remember this night as the best one hed ever had at any Van Holtz restaurant. Perhaps the addition of Gwen had in fact made it his best night anywhere. Ever.
It didnt take long for him to get out of her what had her so upset and even less time to get her to smile and stop thinking about it. He understood her frustration with her family, though. Understood it more than she realized. He also knew she was braver than him because shed taken the leap while he was still working up the nerves and the cash.
But soon, instead of ruminating about their frustrations, they focused more on talking about their childhoods, swapping stories about growing up inJersey and Philly. About his time working as a bouncer at one of the many bars on the Jersey Shore and her early days taking her schools plumbing apart to see how it worked.
They had no idea how late it was until Ric finally stuck his head in. Sorry to do this, guys, but were shutting down for the night. Thats when Lock knew they were the last there; Ric wouldnt toss him out unless they were.
So he took Gwen back to her hotel and they stood outside in the chilly night, the hotel still alive with activity, even at the late hour.
Do you want to come inside for a drink? she softly offered.
No. No. No, no, no, no. No.
Gwen stared at him. One no would have been clear.
Those nos werent for you. They were for me. I was simply saying them out loud.
Smiling, her hands stuffed into the front pocket of her cargo pants, she said, It seems like youre fighting with yourself there, Jersey.
I am. Because I want to come up with you, but
But she pushed when he didnt go on.
Something tells me not now.
She blew out a breath and it was cold enough to see it. Why not?
I have no idea where this is going, Gwen. But Im not going to wake up tomorrow and find myself dismissed. And I think if I go upstairs with you nowthats exactly whats going to happen.
Youre that sure?
Yeah. Im that sure.
She nodded. Okay. Then how about a date?
Lock smiled. He couldnt help it. Youre asking me out?
Im asking you out.
Id love to.
Tomorrow? Its Saturday.
He winced. I cant tomorrow. Family thing at my parents house. Unless you want to
For our first date?
He shook his head. Good point.
What about Sunday?
Sundays great. And if it wasnt, hed make it great. How about I pick you up here? Around one oclock? We can get lunch, maybe catch a movie or something, and then dinner.
Perfect.
Okay. Sunday. One oclock.
Sunday, one oclock.
Lock had no idea how long they stood there, grinning at each other like a couple of idiots, but when she turned to walk away, he snapped out of it.
Catching her arm, he pulled her back. I said I wouldnt go up with you tonight. I didnt say anything about not getting another kiss.
