VANESSA
The clock on my nightstand showed 7:45 PM. Roman would be here in fifteen minutes, and I couldn't stop pacing.
"Mom, you look pretty." Fabian sat cross-legged on my bed, swinging his legs as he watched me fuss with my appearance for the tenth time.
I smoothed down my forest green wrap dress, wondering if it was too casual or not casual enough. "You think?"
"Yeah." He nodded solemnly. "Alpha Roman will think so too."
My stomach flipped at his name. "Sweetheart, remember what we talked about? Tonight, I'm just having dinner with... a friend."
Fabian rolled his eyes in that way only a six-year-old could perfect. "I know, Mom. But he's not just your friend."
I didn't have an answer for that. Even my son could see right through me.
Leo poked his head into my room. "Your date's early. Just pulled up outside."
"It's not a date," I muttered, though the butterflies in my stomach suggested otherwise.