Page 14 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Five

Greg didn’t know whoNora was, but he didn’t think she was just the flower shop girl he had found cute a few hours earlier. So far, he’d witnessed at least three character changes with her. He should just drop her on the corner and let her figure out the mess herself.

It’s what she wanted anyway, so he should bear no responsibility for her. They’d both witnessed shit they shouldn’t have and going their separate ways wouldn’t be the worst thing. He didn’t want to be responsible for someone again. What if it all went to shit? What if he couldn’t keep her safe?

“Where are we going?” she asked from her seat beside him.

His phone rang, and he quickly shoved his earpiece in and answered. “Blake.”

“Hey, man, I got rid of those cops, but they are looking for you two.”

“What did they say?”

“Just that they thought you and Nora might have information regarding a case they’re investigating. Said your car was on some security camera and they had questions,” Blake explained.

“There were at least a dozen cars parked on the street outside the flower shop, and I wasn’t parked in front of it. You were on the force; could they have gone through the footage of the other shops this fast?”

“Oh, those guys were dirtier than Samuel after chasing the rabbits in the yard,” Blake acknowledged. “I’m not sure how they found you, but it sure as hell wasn’t through any official lines.”

“Fuck. Any luck on getting that personal security lined up for her?” The sooner he could hand her off, the better. He glanced her way and his jaw tightened. Her cut-offs rode higher up her thigh with her feet on the dashboard, and he could make out a small black swirl of a tattoo peeking out of her inner thigh. Yes, he needed to get rid of her—she was trouble.

“No. John’s out of town this week and everyone else is on assignments. He said he’d come back if you really need him, though.” Greg knew that tone. Big brother and the pushing—always the pushing. Blake wanted him to handle the situation himself.

Greg gritted his teeth and looked back over at trouble sitting there, glaring up at him. She didn’t like it when he talked about her without involving her.

“No. No. He doesn’t have to do that. My buddy finished the renovations, I’ll head up there with her instead. I need you to get me those solid contacts at the station though. I need information and to make a plan.”

“You going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Not yet.”

A long pause and then a heavy sigh. “Okay. Stay safe.”

“Always,” Greg promised and hung up.

“Can I use that now?” she asked, reaching for his phone. He leaned forward and stuck it in his back pocket.

“No. Not until you tell me who you’re calling.”

“My mom. Okay?” She wasn’t a very good liar.

He shook his head and headed toward the highway.

“That’s gonna cost you. You can try to answer me again in fifteen minutes. If you lie again, it will be thirty. Take the time to figure out how you want to proceed.” He flipped on the radio and settled in for the next few hours of their drive.

“What? No. Just give me—”

He grabbed her hand when she tried to dive behind him to get his phone.

“Look, trouble, I’m not sure what’s going on, but I do know that you aren’t the innocent bystander I thought you were when this all started. There’s more to you than I’ve seen so far, and until you start being honest with me, you’re not getting very far.”

She rolled her arm to get out of his grip, and he let her go.

In an attempt to keep her tough girl persona going, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window. “Where are you going?”

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