ALLISON.
River c****d a brow and offered me a plate of cheese cuts and salami.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I muttered, reaching for a slice of salami.
Delicious.
River watched me intently as I ate, his smirk softening into something almost… tender. “You’re making that look delicious,” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eye.
I felt myself blushing as I fumbled for another piece. “It’s just salami, River,” I mumbled, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.
Hudson’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I’ll be honest,” he said, leaning back with a smirk. “I’m shocked you managed to convince our Alpha here to get involved. He’s usually pretty reclusive, you know. If I’d known he could breathe outside Chicago, I’d have bet money against it.”
What’s the use of his private jet if he didn’t really tra
