Page 10 of Becoming His Pet

“I’ll send him up for you though. I just wanted to know if you got the flowers ordered. I need them for Bella’s swim class tomorrow.”

“Uh, no. I was doing that when a little problem came up. I’ll get it handled.”

“No, that’s fine. I’m going out for a bit, I’ll take care of it. What’s the problem, though?” she asked, looking back at the door. “Anything I can help with?”

“Yeah, you can tell Blake I need him when he’s done un-bedazzling himself.”

“I can—”

“Aubree.” Greg stuffed his hands into his front pockets. “No way. You stay clear of that girl up there.”

“If she’s in some sort of trouble, maybe I can help.” Aubree stepped closer.

“Who’s in trouble?” Blake appeared in the hallway, his hair still wet from a wash.

“No one,” Greg sighed. He needed his own place. Away from the bar, away from his brother and his family. “Can you give me the name of someone at the CPD that you trust? I mean really trust.”

Blake’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah. Sure. What’s wrong?”

“He’s got some girl up there, and she didn’t look happy.” Aubree jabbed Blake in the shoulder.

“Our daughter needs you.” Blake turned Aubree by her shoulders and sent her off with a smack to her ass.

Aubree uttered something under her breath that Greg was sure contained a few curse words, but she disappeared into the back office.

“I have it handled. I just need to get someone from the precinct that will take a statement and help me get this girl somewhere safe.”

“What happened?” Blake asked, turning serious.

“Small problem at Antonio’s Floral.” Greg wouldn’t go into more detail. The more everyone knew the more chances that something would get fouled up. And right now, he just needed to get her somewhere safe and off his hands. He wasn’t the one to take her on.

Unasked questions shone in Blake’s expression. “I’ll call John, he’ll have a good idea of who I can trust. Or maybe you could just use him? He opened his own personal security office—remember I told you about that?”

Blake, forever the overbearing older brother.

“Yes, you told me about that,” Greg sighed. “That might be a better route after she gives a statement to the police.”

“I’ll get the info for you and text it to you. Unless you want me to bring it up?” The smirk on Blake’s lips could easily be smacked away, but Greg already worried about what Nora was up to in his apartment.

“Just text it, smartass.” Greg jogged back up to his apartment and slid his key in the deadbolt. She couldn’t have really thought she was locking him out of his own apartment.

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