Page 50 of Primal God

“Hey, the garage to the guest house won’t open and I need my car.”

“Why aren’t you taking the SUV?”

“Because it’s my day off.”

He takes a sip of his drink and hums under his breath. “The garage is out of order. You’ll have to take the SUV.”

My gut tells me he’s full of shit. I mean, nothing around this place is out of order. Not a single light bulb. Nada. So I find it hard to believe that the garage is suddenly not working. I glance at my watch. Crap. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be really late.

I say, “Guess I’m taking the SUV.”

“What time will you be back?”

The tone he uses is very much hisDaddytone, and heat rushes to my core. Jesus, Lili! Focus!

“I wasn’t aware I had a curfew.”

His gaze darkens. “I’m simply asking for safety reasons. If you think you’ll be back by ten, and then aren’t here, I’d know to check in with you.”

Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense. Now I kind of feel bad for getting irritated.

“Sorry. I’m not used to having anyone worry about me. I should be back by eleven.”

His eyebrows lift. “Eleven?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I can sense there’s about to be something said, so I say, “Well, I need to run. See you later, Dimitri.”

I rush from the kitchen before he can say anything, going into the main garage. The door opens on this one, and I get into the driver’s seat of the SUV. I guess it’s not a bad thing that I have to drive this. I mean, I feel safer in it than I do in my car. And lord knows I don’t have to worry about it breaking down.

Pressing the button on the dash, I listen to an audiobook while I drive across town. Soon, I’m pulling into the driveway of the mansion where my uncle lives. Uncle Wolfe’s house is impressive, especially since it’s not his primary residence. Well, that’s what his wife told me. She’s a really interesting character, too. She demands that I call her Auntie, even though I don’t know her.

At the door, I make sure my clothes aren’t too wrinkled before pressing the doorbell. A butler that’s different from the last time I was here opens the door.

“Ms. Wolfe, your uncle is waiting for you in the formal living room. This way, please.”

Honestly, I’m not sure there’s a space in this house that isn’t ‘formal’. I’ve only been to the dining room, formal living room, and study and all three rooms were like museum level of formal. I was afraid to even sit on the dang white couch.

Uncle Wolfe is sitting in his chair near the fireplace reading the newspaper when I enter the room.

“Ah, late as always,” he says, glancing at me over the newspaper.

“Good morning, Uncle Wolfe.”

“The time is twelve-thirty, which means it’s afternoon now.”

I resist rolling my eyes, but barely.

“Goodafternoon, Uncle Wolfe,” I correct myself.

“Sit so we can get down to business.”

He points to the same white couch that gave me nightmares last time. I mean, who on earth would think owning a piece of furniture that color is a good idea? One dirty hand could ruin it. And heaven forbid someone spill a glass of wine on it.

But I sit, crossing my ankles.

“You never said where you’re working as a nanny.”

I blink. “I’m working for Dr. Dimitri Santos, taking care of his children.”

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