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“With who?”

I can’t imagine any of his pack being mad about it. Ezra’s too easy going. Shadow seems similarly laid back. Owen …

Well, Owen has a chip on his shoulder about this city, and he did probably stop what just happened between Pete and I from happening sooner when he took over and stood guard over me last night. I wonder if that was on purpose.

Pete sighs. “Everyone. Ezra was supposed to be the one to speak to you about the whole fated mates thing. He was just waiting to speak to Owen about it first.”

“Owen doesn’t seem to like me.”

“It never seems like Owen likes anyone,” Pete says as he lets me go. “That’s just kind of how he is.”

I pick up my bra and put it back on. Then I look at the blouse.

It’s wearable, I guess. At least one of the missing buttons won’t be seen since that part will be tucked into my pants. The other one isn’t enough to leave a big gap or anything. I don’t think.

“Sorry about your shirt. I’ll get you a new one.”

“It’s fine. I can wear it.”

I put it on. It looks fine.

It’s nowhere near as bad as a food stain.

I’m just slipping my feet back into my pumps when there’s a knock on the door.

I glance at Pete, and he goes straight over, while I smooth my hands over my hair.

Pete unlocks the door, and I catch sight of Erika.

“Ms. Cole has visitors.”

Visitors?

I think fast, trying to remember if I had a meeting pencilled in for today.

“I don’t think so,” Pete says, glancing back at me.

I shrug at him, coming around the desk to find out what’s going on.

“Who did they check in with?” I ask.

Erika peers around Pete as I get closer.

“They spoke directly with security. I think you’ll want to see them.”

I get to Pete’s side and Erika gives me a bright smile. She glances back to the reception area and makes a high-pitched squeeing sound. Then she looks right at me.

“Brooke said you knew she was coming, but I guess you were kind of, uh, busy,” she says, glancing at Pete and back at me. “So, I kept her company at reception, and her cute as hell mate Kellan went to grab some coffee from the break room.”

I can feel the color draining from my face as Erika waves my visitor over.

Brooke is here, and from the sound of it, she just heard me having sex with Pete.

I brush my hair down to cover the mark he made on my throat.

I knew it. I knew today was going to be torture.

Chapter Forty-Eight

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