Page 37 of Chosen Beta

Ezra

Watching Pete stride out of the room with purpose in his step makes me wonder exactly what I missed while I was on guard duty outside of Jane Doe’s room.

I turn back to Shadow. “Should I be worried about that?”

“No, I think there are other things you should worry about right now,” he tells me, a subtle hint of suggestion in his tone. He smiles tightly. “But you should probably give Owen a call and let him off the hook for losing track of me first.”

He moves back and pulls his shirt on.

“I asked you to call him,” I remind him.

“You did? When?” he asks, playing dumb.

I should have known he wouldn’t do it.

“You know you can’t just sneak out of the house whenever you feel like it …”

“Well, if I hadn’t, Pete and I wouldn’t have found out about Lana, so I’m glad I did it.”

He has a point, and the smile on his lips tells me he knows it.

“You could have asked Owen to bring you, in the car.”

It would have been safer, to say the least.

He snorts. “You think I didn’t? I already begged him to bring us to see you, like a dozen times before I realized Pete would make a much more agreeable travel companion.”

Of course he did. He’s been telling me how much he wanted to come out to see me.

I should have talked to Owen about it, gotten him to agree to bring him out here.

I take out my phone and make the call to Owen.

He already rejected the first request I made for him to join us.

It’s obvious he’ll take any excuse to avoid coming to the city.

It would probably be easier to talk Lana into visiting him.

At least, it would be, if she was even a little less busy.

“What is he screening his calls?” Shadow mutters.

I shrug while I keep waiting for him to answer.

Typically, he picks up in a single ring, thanks to that headset he wears while he’s working.

The fact that he’s ignoring my call tells me he’s still completely preoccupied with locating Shadow. He’ll be sweating by now, worrying over where our Omega could be and what kind of situation he could be getting himself into.

“Just text him,” Shadow suggests.

I shake my head. “I can’t talk him into coming out here by text.”

Shadow smiles. “You think you can do it?”

“He’s picking up,” I murmur, as the call gets answered.

“Lennox Securities,” he answers, voice strained.

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