Graham smirked, giving me a shrug. “You never know, he might be a vegetarian.”
“You’re evil.” I took a bite of the curry dish he made, trying not to let him see how good it was. He’d smirk all night if he thought I was enjoying it too much.
I’d made that mistake in the past and I wasn’t going to relive it again anytime soon.
I was still trying to get him to forget how much I’d liked that eggplant dish he’d made last month.
Swallowing, I shook my head. “He looks like a meat and potatoes kind of omega. He’s going to need lots of energy to keep up with us and he’ll realize that right off the bat.”
Graham snorted. “Sure, he’s going to know it right away.”
“Oh yeah, that sexy omega isn’t sheltered or vanilla.” And I knew every time I caught a glimpse of him that he was the one for us. There was just something about him that screamed out he was meant for us. I didn’t know how Graham could even question it.
He just huffed and shrugged as he swallowed a bite. “We can’t make assumptions.”
“It’s not an assumption.” G was beyond stubborn. “He’s helping to build a BDSM club for omegas who want to find dominant alphas. If that isn’t enough of a clue that he’s not going to be shocked, then remember that nothing you’ve thrown at him has made him react negatively. Hell, he’s even had enough patience to go over all those plans again and again. What are you on, three times now?”
G started waving his spoon at me. “We had to. If they’d have explained what they wanted the first time, the plans would have been right from the beginning.”
Pot meet kettle.
“You know why they didn’t. But that doesn’t mean you need to see him every two days to go over crazy details.” I knew Graham better than that.
In the past, he’d have just sent over a detailed email listing off every issue and wanting their opinion. All this hovering and questioning was just an excuse to see Jonah…not that I minded. It meant I got to see him in the office sometimes, and on days where Graham got to see Jonah, sex was always off-the-charts hot.
Not that he appreciated it when I pointed that out.
Graham wasn’t willing to admit how often he manufactured excuses to see Jonah. “We’re almost done, so we’ll be able to start soon. How did everything go today?”
I wasn’t going to let him pull me into a ridiculous conversation about the remaining details on our last job. We had better things to talk about than paint touchups. “It was good. We’re done. When did you want to have Shane and Tanner over?”
His curry must have gone down the wrong pipe because he started coughing and turned a bit purple. If he thought almost dying would get him out of this conversation, he was crazy. After a few seconds, he caught his breath and took a drink of water. I just waited.
Sighing, he shrugged. “Not sure. I need to figure out their schedule.”
“Are you going to call them after dinner? Why don’t you see if they can come over tomorrow?” We might have already decided he’d call after dinner, but that didn’t mean he’d actually do it. If I didn’t keep poking at him, he’d end up organizing the sheets in the linen closet or finding paperwork he should do instead.
He glanced down at his plate and started poking at the curry. “I’m sure they already have plans for tomorrow, but maybe this weekend will work.”
I snorted. “There is no point in letting it all fester for days. You need to get this out in the open before you head over to your family’s house for dinner.”
He groaned but the next shrug looked more like he admitted defeat. When he nodded, I did my best not to smile. “Yeah, makes sense.”
“Great. I’ll do dishes and you can call.” Putting it off would just do more damage to their relationship. I knew why they were both acting ridiculous and I’d always understood why he didn’t want to talk about it to his family, but it was time for some things to change.
Like putting off getting to know Jonah.
“So when are you planning on introducing Jonah and his friends to the crew?” Because that would be fun.
The crew cleaned up well and could pretend to be really boring when they needed to, but it wasn’t their default setting.
Graham groaned quietly, then went on like nothing happened. “As long as the changes are good tomorrow and we get it ironed out, we should start next week.”
I chuckled. “That was a copout answer.”
He shrugged, probably getting tired of all the issues popping up in a short period. Unfortunately, I couldn’t let him keep burying his head in the sand. “You haven’t told the crew about the real purpose of the building yet. You know you can’t keep that under wraps much longer, and when they find out they’re going to want to join.”
That conversation was going to be worth buying popcorn for.
