Noticing Miranda's stare, Connor said matter-of-factly: "Olivia loves fish, but she's often troubled by the small bones, so I make sure to clean them thoroughly for her."
Miranda remained speechless, her jaw clenched in frustration.
I awkwardly pressed my lips together. I truly hadn't intended to flaunt our mate bond in front of Miranda.
But even someone without werewolf senses could tell that Connor was being deliberately demonstrative. It was still Miranda who paid for this meal, and afterward, wouldn't Miranda want to throttle me in retaliation?
My moral compass was too refined - I ate this meal with a distinctly uncomfortable feeling, as if sitting on silver spikes. The fact that I considered Miranda a friend only made the situation more awkward.
After the meal, Connor escorted me
