Page 148 of Chosen Beta

“It wasn’t,” Kellan says. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.”

“You bought her a Lexus,” Erika gushes. “That’s like beyond sweet.”

“Well, she brought me to my true mate,” Kellan reveals. “That’s worth a lot more than a Lexus.”

He looks at me, and he gives Lana a curious glance.

“New security?” he asks.

“Kellan, this is my true mate, Pete. Pete, this is my old friend Kellan. I usually call him K.”

“Hi,” I greet him. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, you’re British,” Kellan says. “I’ve always wanted to visit the U.K.”

“It rains a lot,” I tell him. “And they drive on the wrong side of the road.”

That’s pretty much all I know, considering my family moved to the U.S. when I was still a kid.

I don’t remember a lot, but it was always raining, all year round.

Lovely weather for ducks, supposedly.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to bring a brolly,” Kellan says. “That’s what you call them, right? Umbrellas?”

“Yeah,” I answer, glancing at Lana pointedly.

She nods, still looking a little hesitant.

“Erika,” she says, capturing the redhead’s attention. “Can you come to my office? Brooke and I have something we need to talk to you about.”

“Oh. Sure,” she says, getting up. “Um, I forgot to tell you, but security brought me the mail when they let Brooke and Kellan in. There’s a parcel for you.”

“A parcel?” I ask, instantly thinking the worst.

She nods and sets a shipping bag on the desk.

I let out a sigh of relief when I see the clothing store label stamped on the corner.

Not a bomb. Just an online shopping habit.

“Oh, those are clothes for you,” Lana says. “I meant to tell you they were ordered.”

Erika gasps. “Really? That’s awesome. Thanks so much.”

“No problem. We can change anything you don’t like. Do you have ten minutes?”

“Yes. Of course,” Erika says, tapping something into the phone’s keypad before moving around the desk. “Whatever you need, boss.”

It takes me a second to realize I’m being left out here with the guy who wants to visit London.

He sits down in Erika’s seat as the women walk into Lana’s office.

“So, do they really call the police bobbies over there?”

“I grew up here, so I don’t really know,” I admit, before he can start rhyming off every British word he’s ever heard. That would get old pretty fucking fast.

“Oh.” He sounds vaguely disappointed.

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