Page 90 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Frankie tapped in her address and handed me my phone. “I appreciate your help.”

All I could do was nod.

I had too many questions and too many feelings.

Frankie James was an alpha who kept to herself. She worked as a private detective and even kept a blog about her cases. That blog had caused this weird underground movement. People started following her and it became this huge thing.

Everyone who liked mysteries and thrillers knew about Frank James and Lou Parker but no one knew what they looked like.

Then James and Parker solved the murder of the century and suddenly everyone knew what they looked like. They’d also found out Frankie James was actually Francesca Lopez and Lou Parker was Lucille Lopez Valentine.

As a detective, Frankie used her charm and charisma to get the answers and confessions she needed for her cases.

That charm came across in her blog as well.

She’d laid it on thick with the hiker earlier and yet it had looked and sounded completely natural.

I’ve seen the way she handled the other alpha detectives and the way she handled me.

Frankie didn’t use her pheromones and yet she had this presence that demanded obedience. Her smile and wit made itfeel like a suggestion though – like she’d beso happyif you did as she asked and there was just something about her that made it impossible to resist giving in.

It was an insidious skill and she didn’t exactly use it for good.

Not that I really cared.

What worried me though was this weird need to do more than make her happy. I wanted her to acknowledge me and admit I was a good fit for her – that I excelled at my job and could be a decent partner given time, but that wasn’t all.

I also wanted to taste every inch of her and get her to make a face that no one else got to see.

Even now I was just barely holding back.

The urge to yank her across the center console so I could hold her tight was prickling at my skin and the only reason I was able to sit here and ignore it was because she was injured. She wanted to go home and I’d be damned if I didn’t make that happen.

I could take her to the hospital tomorrow.

“You’re probably wondering about…what happened.”

I glanced over at her, surprised she’d bring it up on her own. “Kind of, but you’re also not obligated to explain.”

Frankie chuckled and I had no idea what she found so funny. She laughed at the weirdest things sometimes.

“You’re right,” she agreed. “You’re not entitled to an explanation, but I do feel bad you had to deal with all that.”

“Don’t feel that way.” I shook my head as I navigated through the quickest route to her apartment. “I’m working as your partner and that’s what partners should do for each other.”

“Is that how it is in the military?”

She was starting to ask me personal questions and I glanced over at her again, wondering what had changed.

Not that I wasn’t fucking ecstatic to finally have her attention, but I found it hard to trust things I didn’t understand.

“The people in your squad are really the only people you can trust,” I admitted. “I didn’t have to know them or like them to understand I’d always have their back and they’d have mine.”

“How does that work exactly?”

She was redirecting the conversation so it focused on me instead of her, like she was hoping the fact that she’d brought this up first meant we wouldn’t have to talk about it in depth. It was an interesting tactic and one I didn’t know how to use myself, but I’ve seen her do this a few times now.

“Training,” I explained. “Then experiencing traumatic events together.”

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