Thankfully, the tram was empty this time. No middle-aged couples bickering over whether or not I existed to make me rage against Finnian for keeping secrets. No young couples canoodling between the windows and their lifted phones to make me daydream foolish things about Finnian’s arms around me. And best of all, no human pups running around our feet to make me feel even more awkward about the incredibly awkward thing I’d said to Finnian about having his child in front of every Alpha in New York City.
Okay, fine, the absence of all those people didn’t actually matter. I was still angry, wistful, and mortified all at the same time. This male had been pretending he couldn’t see me for the better part of a month now, but the second he put on his useless spectacles, I started looking at him li
