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“What’s the alternative?”

“If you won’t talk to me, you’ll have to talk to Dom.”

“No way,” I say. “I have nothing to say to that asshole.”

“You made a deal, Lexi. You gave your word that you’d find out what Grey’s up to.”

“You didn’t give me any choice,” I say.

“You think that fucking matters?” he snaps, his voice rising enough that I flinch. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m sure Dom will find another way to extract what’s owed.”

He ends the call, and my blood runs cold.

11

GREY

At just after five, I walk into the penthouse and find Lexi sprawled on the couch watching a movie. My heart stutters at the sight of her in a pair of cotton shorts and a baggy shirt. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and her face is clear of makeup.

She pauses the movie in the middle of some car chase and looks over at me as if I’m a riddle she can’t solve. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say casually, as if coming home to her isn’t the most meaningful thing I’ve experienced in years.

What would it be like to go to some boring, normal-ass job all day and come home to this every night? What would I give to find out?

“How was your day?” she asks.

I pour myself a drink. “Fucked up. How was yours?”

She watches warily as I cross to the couch. When she starts to move her feet out of the way, I grab her ankles with my free hand, lifting them so I can sit. Then I place her feet in my lap, massaging them as I sip my drink.

She relaxes slightly, still studying me. “Thoughtful,” she finally answers.

I look over at her, something about her tone putting me on alert. “Did something happen?”

“You mean aside from last night?” She smiles ruefully, and I note that she’s sitting in the exact spot I had her in.

My cock twitches at the reminder. I run my hand farther up her leg. “Is that what you thought about all day?”

“Well, some,” she admits, her cheeks going slightly pink. It’s arousing as fuck.

“And the rest?”

Her expression shifts to something more serious. “I don’t think we’re doing enough to trigger my wolf.”

I frown. Whatever I was expecting, it’s not this. “What makes you say that?”

“I know you’re looking into it, but so far we’ve uncovered nothing.”

“It’s only been a few days,” I point out, but my thoughts drift to my father’s questions about Lexi’s medical history.

He knows something we don’t. I just wish I knew what. So far, Dutch’s hacking has yielded nothing.

“Grey, this wedding’s coming fast. We have no idea what your dad’s planning to do after we take those vows. For all I know, he’s going to kill me. And I need to be able to defend myself. Especially if I’m going to stay here. With you.”

“You won’t need to defend yourself. I’m not going to let anyone get close enough that you would even need to fight.”

“You can’t promise something like that.”

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