Alpha Braddock
I walk over to his table and set the drink down in front of him, "anything wrong Alpha Braddock?"
I watch his chest heaving as he slowly turns his face from Gerry to me and his breathing evens out as I stand close to him, "nothings wrong," he says through gritted teeth.
I arch a brow at him, "hmm, sure fooled me, have you decided what you want?"
He growls again, but this time it's more of a purr sound, "I know exactly what I want, it's just not on the menu," he chuckles, "I'll have the chicken feta sandwich and a side of macaroni salad."
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