So much for my lovely afternoon of shopping, I think sourly as I speed back to the mansion as fast as I dare. I'm going to have to speak to Marcus and Emmett about this immediately.I really, really shouldn't have given Anton the afternoon off. He was reluctant, but I'd insisted, because I assumed that nothing bad was going to happen in the middle of a crowded, sunny street in broad daylight.Apparently, I was very wrong.
"Absolutely not.""But, Kent –""Nicole, we had a deal! We need you here, to be available in case anything happens to one of us again. I mean, my god, Brady is still upstairs recovering! Who is going to look after him? And we've had multiple near misses this past week alone - we just talked about this!""Kent, I'm sorry, and we can figure something out! Brady could get an in-home nurse –""Who will start to ask questions, no doubt?""We could find someone who –""And even if I wasn't worried about Brady, which I am, what about the rest of us? What if Torsten gets shot and there's no one to help in the middle of the night, because you're off playing house with your new boyfriend?""Kent, that's unfair."Kent takes a deep breath, rubs his face. We're sitting at my kitchen table, our cheerful surroundings contrasting sharply with the seriousness of our conversation. I was too jittery for coffee when I got back home this morning, so steaming mugs of chamomile tea sit in front of us, inste
"I thought I told you to just survive for one night!" Kent says shakily. We're crowded in the kitchen - Kent, Brady, Jack, two regular officers, and myself."To be fair, boss, we did survive," Brady says. He's slumped in his wheelchair with a blanket thrown over his lap; Kent and Jack had carried him downstairs while I brought the wheelchair. "The Doc here was a real hero - you should've seen her go at that guy with the lamp.""You didn't see it, either," I pointed out.
"I don't understand why everyone else gets to have all the fun," Andrea grumbles. "I always miss the good stuff.""The good stuff?" I squeak. "Andrea, I had to brain a man with a lamp. I thought Brady and I were going to get murdered in our beds!""Exactly," she responds over her shoulder from where she's poking at an outlet on the wall. "The good stuff."
I've never thought of myself as a particularly materialistic person, as I've said before, but my god there sure are some things to appreciate about living in the Alpha's mansion.For one thing, my suite of rooms is absolutely gorgeous. I love my villa and would never want to give it up, but I can definitely appreciate the accommodations here, too.My bed is gigantic, for one thing. Plus, the mattress is down, making it the softest bed I've ever slept in. And the curtains on the
"Today's the day, Else," Daisy says, pinning her hair up in a messy bun and shimmying as best she can into the lightest, breeziest sundress she owns. It's a cheerful, billowing yellow, scattered over with white polka dots.Damn, but the third trimester is uncomfortable as hell. Daisy has never felt so hot and unwieldy in all her life. Everything seems to stick to her skin, and she can't seem to drink enough ice water to slow down the constant drip-drip-drip of sweat down her neck and small of her back.
"I still think this is a terrible idea," Kent hisses to me when I meet him at the front door of the mansion. He looks around the rich, cavernous foyer with unease. "I'm so out of place here, N–Evelyn.""It's going to be fine," I reassure him, putting one hand on his shoulder to nudge him toward the elevators."It's going to be a total disaster," Kent grumbles, but he trudges along anyway. We are the only two in the elevator, so Kent feels free to slump miserably against th
“That wasn’t so bad,” Kent admits as we leave the Alpha’s office together and head to my own.“I told you so,” I roll my eyes, nudging him with an elbow. “But you never listen to me.”“I listen to you all the time!” Kent protests. “I just didn’t – well, I didn’t expect this, for one thing. Plus, it’s not like you exactly have a head for the drug business. You went to prison for three years on accoun