Anthony frowned right at her questioning of him. Most Mates would never question that, just be happy about it and agree. “It’s not been months, Mischa.” Anthony sighed.
“Outside my heat, you tell me the last time you had dinner with me, just you and I?” she asked right back. “I know when it was, documented it in my diary,” she stated, and she had.
He sighed and didn’t even bother to try and remember he knew she wasn’t lying. “Well, I’m here now, please Mischa, let’s go and have dinner. I promise it won’t get interrupted. I’ve already told everyone there will be no interruptions allowed, that the unit can handle whatever it is, if something crops up.”
“Mm, that will only work now because Christy is in the cells and cuffed with silver so she can’t interrupt… so I don’t actually think it c
