“Nevermind. It’s not important,” I say, tearing off a piece of baguette and slathering butter on it.

It’s not garlic bread, but it certainly is fresh.

“Sorry, Mackie. I’ll put my phone on silent. What’s up?” The handsome alpha sighs and flips his phone down on the table.

“D’Angelo catching us here could be a big deal, Donovan,” I hiss, making sure my voice is too low to be heard over the din of the restaurant by ...