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to all the times I have said, you cannot walk out the door without a fresh coat of lipstick!” Bama yelled and threw up her hands.
    Cloe snorted and said, “I am pretty sure none of us have taken you seriously over the last year when you start talking about that, I mean, not to be a bitch or anything, but lipstick is the last thing I put in my pockets when I walk out the door.”
    “That is ‘cause you carry a knife, and the only things you put in your pockets are weapons and Band-Aids,” Skye laughed and slammed her hand on the table.
    “Would you people focus please,” Cami ground out. “Marshall, snap out of it, what the hell are we talking about here? Who is your mate?”
    “She is,” Marshall said and pointed to the owner of the restaurant.
    “Okay, and Jo, where are you getting the scent from?” Cami said calmly, now that she had things back under control.
    “She is,” Jo whispered, staring at the woman intently.
    “Great, now I suggest that we unfreeze the humans, all of us will play nice, got it. When they are all gone, we can have a calm discussion about what the battle fuck is going on. Bama, check the case of wine, I think we’re going to need it, Kira, move the chairs back to where they were, and everyone get back right where you were.”
    The Enforcer opened his mouth to protest, and Cami stared at him with an evil glint in her eye. He knew she could make his life miserable, unless he followed orders. With one last longing glance at the woman who was his mate, Marshall turned and walked back to the door. The other Enforcers were standing there grinning at the chaos their leader seemed to be involved in.
    “Dude, they dropped your pants in front of your mate.”
    “Fuck off and do your job or I will call your mate and tell her you were looking at Cloe in the lingerie department,” Marshall snapped, and the Enforcers shut up.
     

     
    It took way to long for every ones liking, getting back into place, and making sure no one was going to trip any of the servers. They may have moved their chairs slightly so that each of them could get a good view on the scene that was playing out.
    The owner smiled a little too big and nodded to Shea, who unfroze her workers. “Welcome to the Melting Pot, I am Frederica Molto. I am the owner of this place, and tonight we have a specialty for dessert.
    The women watched as the servers set down plates and pans, as the owner explained how it would work for the last part of their meal. Cami could feel the tension coming off her best friend as well as the Enforcer, who was leaning against the wall trying to look uninterested, but failing miserably.
    Frederica nodded to her people, and they began to file out one by one. The owner stood rigidly until the last of the workers left. She relaxed a little when the doors shut, and then she looked at Cami.
    “Alpha, I am sorry about the deception. I would have announced myself to the Pack if I could have. This is a very long story, but the basics are that I have been told since I was small that I was to hide what and who I was,” the Chef said and looked genuinely apologetic.
    Cami felt something inside her shift as she looked at the woman, and then to her best friend. Dammit , there are similarities, what the fuck is going on here?
    Cloe grabbed a bottle and began to fill the glasses of the women sitting there watching intently. Cami turned to Lacy, who was looking between Marshall and Frederica. Satisfied at her conclusion, Lacy nodded to the Alpha. She could tell if someone was destined to be mated. Apparently, Lacy was giving her the stamp of approval. Which was good?
    Cami took a sip of wine and then turned to Kira, who could see shifters and magical people’s auras. For the most part, it meant she could see what type of shifter a person was, and if their aura was darker or lighter. Kira was tilting her head back and forth and looking from both Jo and Frederica.
    “What is your heritage?” Kira asked