Page 108 of Stealth Mission

Marianna’s already walking toward the house. She turns to look at us, tsking loudly. “Enough, you two. I’ve still got my boots in case I need to kick his shins. Thanks for the lift. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you again before long.”

She disappears inside.

“Fucker.”

The half-smirk falls off of his face and he sneers his upper lip.

“You hurt that girl because you want to fuck-it and forget-it, you’ve got a lesson coming. She’s got enough shit men in her life.You included if you do what I think you’re going to do.” He tilts his head. “And mark my words, I will fucking own you. I know your achilles.”

I shove his chest. “Mind your fucking business.”

He shrugs his shirt back into place and takes a backward step toward the Jeep. “You best do that too.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

I will not look out the window. I will not…

Oh no.Are they arguing?

Covering my mouth, I drop the curtain and turn my back. What’s with all the over-testosteroned alphas around here?

Suddenly my life is full of them.

I shake my head as I walk into the kitchen. Unfortunately, Vik’s arsenal is still spread out on nearly every surface.

Great.When is he going to show up and flexhismuscles?

It was a stretch to call him to pick me up. But I know he doesn’t like my father. He also doesn’t look like a man that would have a problem deterring Evan.

And that’s all I could think of. I was… so hurt.

Vik’s words come back to me.

“It pays to know all facts before you react.”Said kindly, with a sort of brotherly tone.

I sigh and rub my hands down the sides of my dress.

Evan Walker.

I don’t know the facts about the man, other than he rattles me.

A swarm of questions tighten my stomach.

But first, I need a bath. Space to clear my head from the cobwebs of the morning.

Wait… I can’t take a bath. My bandage can’t get wet.

Plan B.

I open the fridge door, determined to find something cold with a lot of alcohol.

The movement of air next to my arm makes me jump. “Oh my god, Evan! Sneaky. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I thought you would’ve heard the door. Need any help?”

“Depends, can you erase the last few hours?”

His soft chuckle wraps around me, making me forget what I’m doing. I’m holding the door to the fridge open. The cold air is spilling around my feet.

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