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“Oh come on,” Carly pouts. Then she turns to me, flashing a toothy grin. “You’re going, aren’t you Theo?” she asks, reaching out to touch my arm.

I take a little step back out of her reach, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of my head. “Don’t know yet,” I say flatly. “Gotta get this system locked in still.”

Carly sighs, rolling her eyes. “Oh comeon. You’re always out on Saturday nights! I’m sure a lot of girls would be disappointed if you skipped out...”

I wish this girl would shut the fuck up. I glance down at Brooke and she’s frowning, her wolf swirling silver in her irises as she folds her arms across her chest.

I shoot Carly an annoyed glare. “Not sure I’m in the mood.”

“Okay then,” Carly chirps. “If you change your mind, I’d be up for another dance.” She winks.

Fucking hell. This girl can’t take a fucking hint. I scrub a hand over my face, moving beside Brooke’s chair and putting my back to Carly.

“Hey Brooke, can you show me how to change up the view of the camera feeds again?” I ask.

Slowly, she spins her chair back around, placing her hand on her mouse. She starts clicking around again and after a minute or two, Carly gets bored and walks away. Thank fuck.

I take another shot.

“So whaddya say?” I ask, leaning in, my voice low. “Can we do something?”

“Like what?” she asks, eyes still trained on her computer screen.

I blow out a breath, my fingertips wandering from the back of Brooke’s chair to the nape of her neck. Sparks dance between our skin as I massage it lightly. “Whatever you want. We can go out, we can stay in. We can go on a night hike and get caught in the rain again…”

“Mmm…” Brooke hums, leaning back into my touch.

The sound she makes does something to my dick. It’s straining against the zipper of my jeans as I imagine her sprawled across my bed naked, making that sound as her head lolls against the pillow- me positioned between her long legs, licking into her, tasting her. I wonder if she’d taste like she smells, of sweet coconut.

My wolf surges to the surface and I pull my hand back, trying to ground myself in reality again. All I’ve been doing is fantasizing about Brooke lately, but those fantasies won’t come to fruition unless I can prove to her that I’m in this for the right reasons; that I’m worthy of being her mate. I’ve gotta start thinking with my head instead of my dick for a change.

Brooke swivels her chair around to face me, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “You’re not gonna take Carly up on that dance?” she teases, arching a brow.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’d rather fucking chew glass,” I mutter.

I lean forward, placing my palms on the arms of her chair. “C’mon, kid, don’t leave me hanging.”

Brooke rolls her eyes, the corners of her mouth tipping up into a smile. “Fine. You’ve gotta let me get a couple of hours of work in first, though.”

I straighten, holding up my hands in surrender. “Say no more. I’ll get outta your way.”

She shakes her head, still grinning.

“I’ll text you?”

Brooke nods.

I turn to grab my jacket off of the conference table, throwing it over my shoulder. “Later kid,” I say, tossing Brooke a wink as I leave.

As soon as I walk out of the hub, I’m already itchy to be near her again. This mate bond is fucking crazy- it’s like I can feel the distance stretch between us the further apart we become.

I make my way through the corridors of the complex, heading for Gray’s office to give him an update on the border security system. I’m surprised how quickly it came together- if this thing works, it’s going to be a total game changer for the squad. We’ll have a lot more time to focus on other things if we don’t have so much of our manpower devoted to patrols.

When I reach the door to Gray’s office, I raise my hand to knock, trying the knob. I frown when I find that it’s locked, figuring that he must not be in- but then I hear a voice call from inside.

“Just a minute!”

Fucking Fallon.

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