EDGE
Once we’d had multiple rounds of “I missed you” and “I’m glad you didn’t die” s*x, we finally headed out for that date we’d been promising each other.
Blade had picked an intimate steakhouse nestled in the forest just outside of town, right in the middle of pack territory. It overlooked a lake that came alive during the day.
I might not need to eat much, but I’d never say no to a surf and turf.
We’d not long placed our orders when the owner approached our table, his face nervous. “Edge, it’s been a long time. Not a business visit, I hope?”
“Strictly pleasure, Jeremy, strictly pleasure.”
He gave me a smile. “I’m glad to hear that, Edge. There’s been some messy business around here in recent months. Your dinner tonight is on the house, Edge.”
“Thank you, Jeremy. I appreciate that
