Page 11 of Beauty's Bossy Bear

I frown as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Okay. Are you on your way here to explain?”

“It would be better if you come to me.” I glance over at my mate and see the worry filling her bright blue eyes.

“Okay. I’ll be at your cabin in an hour.” I need to get this shit figured out so I can concentrate on knocking up my mate.

“Actually, meet me at the office at five o’clock. I have everything here already.” My inner bear wakes up and rumbles under my skin, Something’s off.

No shit, Sherlock, I return as my mind races trying to figure out how to handle this. Although I know my home is safe and secure, I can’t stomach the thought of leaving my mate here alone.

“Okay, I’ll be there.” I hang up and pull up the remote security feed from the office and find it empty. Motherfucker.

I text the burner phone to test out my theory.

Me

Code check

It’s a private message only Kol will know.

Orc

WTF?

Me

Give me your code

Orc

The fucking rats with wings shit on my truck.

Okay, I know for sure it’s my second-in-command who’s on the other side of the texts. We each picked out a phrase that would let the other know we weren’t compromised. Of course, the Orc would choose that one since pigeons are constantly using his vehicle as a public bathroom.

Me

Did you just call me?

Orc

Hell fucking no.

Me

Our little friend is getting more inventive. I just had a conversation with someone who sounds remarkably like you.

There’s a few minute pause and I’m wondering what’s going on.

Orc

Small world. I just talked to you on my regular cellphone. I’m guessing you don’t really want me to remotely change the security code on your home system.

Me

Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch.

Orc

You can say that again. How do you want to proceed?

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