Page 140 of The Good Boys Club

“Cian?” Dee-Dee cocked her head to the side. “Cian your mate has disappeared? But . . . I literally just got an email from him.”

“What?!” I was on top of her, snatching the phone from her hand before I could finish my one-word sentence. “What did it say?”

She pointedly took her phone back, raising an eyebrow. Her finger flashed across the screen. She cleared her throat and began to read.

“Dear Dylan. I realise this isn’t the most professional way to approach this. Please forgive my intrusion and abruptness.”

“Oh, he’s so polite,” Mam said. She caught my glare, snapped her mouth closed, and “zipped” it.

Dee-Dee continued. She was smiling, but there was an edge to her expression, as though her eyes couldn’t quite match the joy. “But I feel like I’m out of options. I know we talked about this, and you mentioned perhaps finding me a position in your company. I would like to pre-emptively accept any job offer you think might be suitable for me in either your Remy or Bordalis office.”

Mam slapped a hand over her mouth. Clem gasped.

“I feel as though—” Dee-Dee cut herself off. Turned her phone face down on the countertop. “You know what? We don’t need to hear the rest.”

“Yes, we fucking do.” That was Clem.

Dee sighed. She shot me a look etched in apology.

I didn’t want to hear whatever was coming next, but I needed to. It might help me figure out where he went . . . and why he went. “It’s fine. Continue.”

She picked her phone up again. Read from the screen. “I feel as though I have been stagnant for so long. I am willing to accept ANY—any, in all caps—role you may have going. I just need to shake things up.”

Shit, fuck, ouch. Fucking ouch.

“Also, I hope this will not matter too much, but I must be upfront with you. I am not a . . .” Dee rubbed her nose and grumbled the next word as though she were hiding it behind a cough. “Werewolf. I am in fact a”—she fake-coughed again—“shifter, but felt obligated to keep up the act while in thecompany of the Cassidy pack.” She sucked in a breath, eyes going wide, as she bounced her gaze between the four of us.

Clem bit her lip and stared at me, then Mam, then Nana.

“We already know about the shifter thing,” Nana said.

Dee-Dee released her breath.

“You already knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Clem said.

“You knew too?” Mam said to Clem.

“Who doesn’t know? That’d be quicker to answer,” I said. I slunk onto a chair, braced my forehead on my hand.Stagnant.“He’s made his mind up.” My voice was quiet, a shadow of itself.

Stagnant. Bordalis.

“You’re holding me back.”

“No, no, no, fuck that,” Clem said. “Dee, when was that email sent?”

Dee looked at the screen of her phone again. “Uh, about twelve minutes ag—ooh, look at this. I have this feature on my business emails that tells me where in the Eight and a Half Kingdoms they’re being sent from. It’s so I can identify scammers before—”

“Oh my gods,” Nana yelled. “Where did he send it from?”

Dee startled. “Lykos! He sent it from Lykos!”

I was already running out the door.

“I’ll drive,” Mam shouted.

“I’m coming too,” Clem said.

“What about the brunch?” I said.

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