Chosen Just To Be Rejected by Jennifer Francis novel Chapter 92

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Parker

Whit was completely right about Belladonna; she was completely clueless about his attentions. During the days or even coming to this dinner tonight. Not many wouldn’t read into a private dinner between an Alpha of a pack and a she-wolf./

And yes, it was a full family dinner, but that was because it wasn’t just Belladonna he was trying to get to know or want. It was all of them as a family, her as his Mate and both Whit and Milly as his children, for all of them to be a family.

She’d not even really looked at the way he was dressed, or thought about that he had picked her up in his car, from her house where they were all staying. Not the fact that he’d already had a car seat set up in the back seat for Milly; set up in the Alpha to the packs‘ car.

She’d just smiled at him and stated “Thank you, that saves me moving mine.” But that had been it.

Whit had snorted as he’d gone around to the other side of the car and looked right at him. “I told you so.” he’d half laughed at him. His own son thought it was very funny, and had told him just yesterday, “Dad, if you’re not blunt, she won’t get it, doesn’t understand what you’re doing.”

Parker had frowned at Whit, all women read into things men did for them or around them. Clearly not Belladonna, he’d dropped pretty much everything he was doing and had Kane or one of his unit do it, if she walked into a room where he was, she pretty much had his undivided attention.

Over the past six months, he’d smiled at her all the time, was polite and asked her about herself, lots of questions to get to know her, and he listened and learned about her, answered any questions she had of him. Though there weren’t many.

Tonight he was actively putting all he’d learned on display for her to see, that he had gotten to know her. Whit thought it was very funny, snorted soda out of his nose at one point, which had little Milly laughing in her chair and made him blink. He’d not seen that coming, but as he’d looked at Belladonna she was staring at Whit with a very confused expression.

Parker realised as he looked back to his boy that he was tormenting his own mother in some way, likely with how blind she was to what he was doing. What was going on in this very room. He had asked her directly to have dinner with him, as a family. And thought that had been self–explanatory, but clearly not.

It seemed he was going to have to ask her out without the children there for her to realise what he wanted. Belladonna’s eyes moved to him, and he smiled at her, as they narrowed on him now, like they had done on Whitney.

“What are you doing?” she asked him.

“Having dinner with you and the children,” He answered her and saw her nod “As a family.” He added as an afterthought, just to see what her reaction to those words were. “I thought it would be nice, just the four of

us,” He commented.

He had seen several of his pack members stare at them as he’d pulled his car up out the front of the packhouse, at the base of the stairs, and they’d all gotten out. She’d not waited on him to open the door for her, which had made him frown. But he’d let it go.

His pack was seeing him all dressed up, he was wearing a light grey suit and a light blue dress shirt, they had watched him walk with her and the children like a family up the stairs; both children between them.

Just three days of her and the children being here inside the pack and all eyes were on him and her, they were he knew watching their own Alpha’s actions where Belladonna was concerned. They weren’t so dumb, knew just by watching him what he wanted. Belladonna not so much.

Parker knew right now that he was going to have to ask her out properly and just the two of them. It was a possibility that she just put everything down to him wanting to spend time with Whitney, even this family dinner; his boy was right.

He was going to have to be very direct, he now realised because Belladonna didn’t see this as anything more than a simple dinner, even though he was dressed to the nines and looking his best.

That shared tray held 50 tiny desserts, and he had every intention of having what wasn’t eaten, packed up so they could take them back to her house, so the three of them could have lots of sweet treats in their

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