The Beta's Blind Date
Gold bracelets clink on her wrists as she extends her hand to us, her long, flowing purple dress swishing and swirling around her legs.
“This is my mate, Renée Belrose,” Dr. Russo says.
“It’s wonderful to see you again, Reid,” she says, shaking his hand.
“I’d say the same, but I don’t remember you,” he replies with a laugh.
She smiles at him and turns to me. “Taryn,” she says, taking my hand. “It’s great to meet you.”
“Likewise,” I reply.