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"Where are we going to dinner?" I whined.

"Mount Vernon." He said for the sixth time.

"Couldn't we have just gotten room service?" I put my hand in his.

"We could have, we aren't." He said firmly. "Charles and Anna will be there."

That wasn't something he had told me.

"What?" I looked at him. "You didn't tell me!"

He gritted his teeth.

"Charles thinks there's another problem here and I offered to help."

"With what?"

"The County Claire Pack seems to have joined forces with a few old powerful fae and they're causing some problems with the Potomac River Pack." He told me, "And to help, we're going to accept Ian's invitation to dinner."

"Wait…so Ian's going to be here?" I was confused.

"No, tonight we're discussing strategy."

"So…Charles is going to put us in the same hotel as that man for a few hours?" I asked, "With your control this week? Angus, you'll be dead by morning!"

He snorted.

"It'll be fine. Just…wear something that…covers you." He thought his words through carefully. I groaned.

"We're dead."

"We're here." He parked and I got out. For Virginia, it was pretty cold. I shivered in the cool night air when I got out. I decided after a few strides that I was not walking to the restaurant freezing like that so I ducked under Angus' arm and snuggled into his side. Damn werewolves and their unnatural temperatures! I think they run between 100-103, usually within the range of 100.4-102.2. Either way, I think I saw Bran sitting in the snow once in only swim shorts and a thin t-shirt.

He denies it of course.

Angus laughed and ran his hand up and down my upper arm a few times to warm me up.

"God, it was so hot yesterday morning, what happened?" My teeth chattered.

"Didn't you live in Montana for eighteen years?" Angus looked amused.

"I haven't lived there for what, four months?" I took a year off before college due to the…problems I had been having.

"Well, come on." He chuckled and we stepped inside the place where people dressed like they had traveled back in time and bought the strangest colored servant outfits there.

When we got to the table that Charles and Anna were already seated at a waitress came over and they all ordered mint martinis or something. I made a face and ordered sparkling cider because damn it I still couldn't drink!

I looked at the menu and made a shocked face.

"Angus, I think I'll go grab something I may actually be able to pay you back for."

He rolled his eyes and pulled me back into my seat without turning away from Charles. When he did a few moments later it was to give me a very hard glare.

"I'm not poor."

"I figured that, you're how old? You have to have some money, unless you were born during the potato famine." I frowned.

"No, no I wasn't born during the famine, okay? Just face the fact you don't have to pay me back and pick something out." He turned back to his conversation, leaving his hand on my thigh.

Anna smiled at me.

"It takes some getting used to."

"No, I'm used to rich people spending money on me, I was stuck accepting your gift and the house-s and college, though I am paying half of that. I just still hate the idea." I shrugged.

"I could pay for your half of college too." Angus threw at me while I thought he was deep in conversation with the ancient spoil sport across from him.

"No, no, no!" I pinched his arm and he smiled, still not turning to me.

"Aw, young love!" Anna grinned.

"Aw, shut up!" I smiled back.

I ended up ordering meat loaf while my companions ordered their dinner along with peanut soup that Anna had convinced me to try.

"It tastes like warm peanut butter." I made a face, "With water chestnuts. Why is this called soup? I could heat peanut butter in a microwave." I pushed it at Angus and he looked at me.

"I'm not eating that." He pushed it back.

"And why not? You're going to order seven desserts anyways."

"That's dessert, it's different than peanut butter soup." He explained and I gave him a "does it matter" face.

"Just eat the darned soup, Alex, it's good!"

"Yeah…okay." I grumbled.

I hate werewolves.

So very, very much.