Right. Because why would a young Alpha who could easily have his pick of eligible Omegas put much stock in those old stories?

Hell, an hour ago, Gabriel wouldn't have either.

The walk to the bakery was brisk and he managed not to make a complete fool out of himself, chatting idly about the bakery and his plans for it after the holiday.

After his heat really, but he didn't want to make Sam uncomfortable mentioning it.

"Make yourself comfy," he called, tossing his keys on an immaculate steel prep table and kicking an oven on.