Tamer Of Wolves

~Café-tastrophe Part 2~

Marina's POV

It's a hot summer day in Idaho, so the limo's air conditioning is a blessing. Garrett is sitting next to me, his arm wrapped around my shoulder and resting his head on mine. I sigh and intertwine my hand with his free one. The limo then stops, and the right door opens, and Tiffany's Corner is right outside.

The café is small, but quaint. The name of it, Tiffany's Corner, is printed in mahogany block letters right above the double-doors. There are two huge windows at the front of the café to where the pedestrians inside can eat with a window seat anywhere at the front of it.

The man who opens the door is one of the guards Garrett had assigned to escort us. Lewis is his name.

"Thank you, Lewis," I say to him as he takes my hand and helps me out of the cool, air-conditioned limo, and into the oven which everyone calls the outside. He nods and bows his head with complete respect for his Luna. Garrett gets out after me, and nods to Lewis, signaling for him to return to the pack house. Lewis acknowledges my mate, turns around, and gets back in the limo. Emory gets out however, from the passenger side of the car. Another wolf, a she-wolf, gets out and follows behind the new Omega. She's small, about 5'5", and she's feisty. I think her name's Milly, not sure though.

Well, aren't you Luna of the year? Can't even remember her own pack members' names. Ladies and gentlemen, can we get a medal, please? I hear Aruba joke.

Hey! To be fair, I remembered Lewis' name! Doesn't that count for something? I argue with my stubborn wolf.

Whatever you say... Aruba says in a sing-song voice.

I sigh, and continue to walk with my Alpha into Tiffany's Corner, Emory and Milly right on our heels.

We sit down at a window seat. I squint as the afternoon sun shimmers through the window and into my eyes, but I get used to it very quickly. Ian wouldn't ever have let me do something like this, I think to myself.

All the while, Garrett is staring at me. His eyes are glazed over with an emotion I'm getting very used to: love. I grow very self-conscious and tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear and giggle. "What are you staring at?" I ask.

Garrett sighs and props his head up on one hand. "You. You look beautiful in the sun, my sun-kissed," he replies.

I blush at his compliment. Sun-kissed. I love the new nickname because it's nothing like what Ian would've called me.

I look to my right and see that Emory and Milly have sat down at a table a couple feet away from us. Before I know it, it looks as if they've forgotten all about us. They're laughing and chatting like a regular couple.

I turn back to Garrett. "Are Emory and Milly mates?" I ask, nodding to our two guards.

Garrett laughs. "No. They're just really good at acting," he says.

I look over at the two guards and I smile. They're really good at acting, I think to myself.

While I'm looking over at Emory and Milly, I don't notice Garrett place his hand over mine. "Enough about the Omegas. I want to talk about you," he says in a low voice.

I nod, and fold my hand around his. "What would you like to know?" I ask.

He suddenly takes a serious face, and he looks right at me. It frightens me, how suddenly his expressions changed. What was once a look of love is now replaced with a cold-hard stare.

"Tell me what you were running from," he demands, not in a mean tone, but in a serious tone.

I try to act dumb. "Running? What makes you think I was running from anything?" I ask cutely.