Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

or were they wanting more? No, she thought it was just a nice gesture, a means of thanking her for her time. They wouldn’t pry into her life in a public restaurant when they’d had the perfect opportunity to do it here in private.
    “Thank you. That’d be nice.”
    Wynn packed his things up quickly, and then Keelan held the door open for her. Maelor was already standing in the open doorway of the elevator. She’d missed that. She wondered which one of them had texted him to say they were ready to leave. It didn’t really matter. It just demonstrated that they were very organized.
    Quintana liked Sam at the steakhouse. He was endlessly helpful and always made a point of talking to his customers, to the store managers, and just generally making everyone feel welcomed and special. He greeted them at the door to his restaurant and whisked them away to a table at the side of the room, where they had a little more privacy than in the open. Quintana appreciated the gesture, although she didn’t think she would be saying anything that required privacy here.
    Sam handed them each menus, and she took a little time to choose what she wanted. Quintana seldom ate out. Mostly she was working in the evenings and ate at her desk. Unless she was relaxing, in which case she tended to eat while she watched an old favorite movie. Sometimes she ate sitting at the table with Helena and Dakota, her roommates, although they all had weird schedules so that was quite rare.
    “What would you like to drink, Quintana?” asked Wynn.
    “A green lantern please.”
    “With or without the vodka?” asked Sam.
    Quintana had already thought about that. One drink, with a meal, wouldn’t impair her ability to drive home. “With, please.”
    “What’s a green lantern?” asked Wynn after Sam had walked away.
    “Yeah, I’d like to know that, too.”
    Quintana smiled. They’d both ordered beer. Typical male wolves. “Lime juice, lime zest, parsley, a little sugar and water, soda, plus a dash of vodka or gin.”
    “Parsley? In a drink? Are you serious?” asked Wynn.
    “It’s just for the flavor. It’s strained out before you drink it. I’ll let you taste it when it comes. It’s really refreshing.”
    “No thanks. I’ll take your word for it,” said Wynn.
    Quintana laughed and so did Keelan.
    “You’re cousins, aren’t you? Or have I misremembered?”
    “We are cousins but it goes back so many generations I can’t explain it,” said Wynn.
    “My father told me all about the connection once, but it’s way too complicated to remember. I just say we’re seventh cousins twice removed. That’s close enough,” added Keelan.
    Quintana was about to ask another question but Keelan got in first. “What’s your favorite gemstone or jewel? Precious or semiprecious, it doesn’t matter.”
    “I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve ever thought of.” He’s a jeweler, no wonder he asked that question.
    “Think about it now, then,” suggested Wynn, his big brown eyes shining at her.
    Quintana did a mental rundown of the colored stones she knew. Emeralds appealed to her, the most, she decided. “Maybe emeralds.”
    “You really are into green, aren’t you,” said Wynn.
    “I suppose so. It’s a restful, balanced color, and grass and trees are restful things as well.”
    “What about jade, tourmaline, agate, peridot, or chrysoprase?” asked Keelan.
    “I like jade. I thought agates were blue, and I don’t know anything about the other ones,” she said.
    “Actually they’re often reddish or grayish, but they do come in blue, green, and other colors.”
    Quintana leaned forward on the table as Keelan talked about various rocks and stones. She was quite fascinated by the conversation. She’d never thought much about rocks and jewels before. In fact, she had almost no jewelry, as it’d never been anything she really needed. She was also impressed with how much Wynn knew as well. It was obviously a topic the men had discussed