Emma looked a little embarrassed as we approached the entrance. "This restaurant is too expensive for a junior assistant."
I smiled and said I was treating her. I remembered how Connor had always been generous with meals, and I wanted to pay that kindness forward.
After experiencing the events with the Pierce siblings, Emma and I had become closer. We were more than just ordinary colleagues - our shared concern for vulnerable pack members had bonded us.
Emma reluctantly agreed, and I found the Moonlit Window Booth with a good view of the night scene over Harbor City's werewolf district.
After we sat down, I handed the menu to Emma. She shook her head politely.
"You can order, Miss Winters. I'm not picky."
Knowing the young beta's restraint about expensive food, I ordered some classic
