"I think you need to talk to Max." Jonas raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "He's being impossible."

 Dating Max was a nightmare. Apparently dating the Pack beta was a communal undertaking, as evidenced by the number of wolves currently populating the diner. It had started within days of me and Max becoming 'official'. Had some sort of memo gone out? Was a phone-tree activated? All I knew was that suddenly my workplace had become the new pack hangout and I was the hot topic of conversation.

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the tablecloth. Quiet music played softly in the background, only muffled by the low hum of conversation. Max and I were on our first official date. It was just the two of us at the restaurant and the word had gone out that no other wolf was to darken its door tonight.

The first rays of the morning sun peered through the chink in the curtains, a reminder that the day was just beginning. Groaning, I rolled over, deciding against putting off getting up, but a heavy arm dropped across my mid-section, preventing any further movement out of the bed. Grinning, I flipped over to face my captor.

"I'm not sure now is the right time for a holiday, Little Fighter." Max stood propped against t