"No, the vets think she is some kind of wonder. She is some kind of pain the ass instead." He winks at me.

"Why don't you keep her in, a house cat?" I ask.

"She can open doors." He says dryly. A slight annoyance is clear on his face.

"Sounds like a smart kitty," I reply.

"They rule the house." He laughs.

We all order food while we chat and Atti never takes his eyes off me, as I tell him about my childhood.

"What about you? Siblings?" I ask him.

"Nope, I am an only child like Wyatt. Dabriel’s an unlucky fucker with two real half-brothers." He says.

"Are you all the same age?" I ask.

"Yes, we were all born on the same day. Strange huh?" He winks at me.

"Yes very, very strange." I mutter. I’m sure I’ve seen similar things happening into those magazines you can buy in nearly every shop.

"So tell me, are you sleeping with anyone? I know dumbass over here hasn't got you into bed but I'm curious." He points a thumb in Wyatt’s direction.

"That's a rude question," I say. I’m not exactly annoyed by his question, but it doesn’t mean I want to answer him.

"I'm a bad boy, what can I say. Do I get an answer?" He asks.

"You don't have to answer Winter," Wyatt tells me and shoots daggers at Atti, who ignores him.

"No, I'm not," I say with my arms crossed.

"Do you want to be?" He winks and Wyatt whacks him on the back of the head.

"Enough, I am sorry sweetheart. I forgot to tell you that he can’t be taken out in public." Wyatt says, shaking his head.

"You wanted that answer as much as me; I just have the balls to ask," Atti replies and calls the waiter over.

"We will have three chocolate puddings; I heard someone is a fan." Atti winks at me.

"Don't tell me, you've met Alex?" I say.

"Yep, I like her. Drake is a lucky guy." He tells me.

"He is," I comment back, a small smile on my face.

“Although Wyatt told me the most about you, I have to ask, do you still own those kitten underwear?” Atti asks and Wyatt tries to hold in a chuckle when I glare at him.

“No, I’ve out-grown them. Thankfully.” I say to Atti.

“Oh, I don’t know. You already know I like kitties.” He grins as he rests his head on his hands on the table.

“I imagine you don’t have any trouble finding another kitty to play with,” I say, empathizing on the word kitty and Atti throws his head back laughing. Wyatt is laughing too as I grin.