Page 75 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Fright crossed her face and fear tinged her powdery beta scent.
“About the bunnies.” She rocked on the balls of her feet, scent growing anxious. “Um, they were delivered to the wrong office. They don’t want to give them back. Should I ask again, or would you like to get them yourself? You might have better luck.”
Calista looked like she desperately didn’t want to ask again.
“Where were they delivered?” I could think of three offices in the building that would keep someone else’s bunnies.
“Creative Collective on the sixteenth floor. They were doing a photoshoot where they dressed them in tutus, and put them in a giant bucket with a baby wearing a crown.” She bit her lower lip.
Of course they were. That might also explain the omega with the small animal tucked into her jacket.
“They also called and wanted to know if they could borrow the cows and goats,” she added. “Should I tell themno?”
“They can have them until the end of the day, but they have to bring them back. They’re meant for someone who’s on their way.” It would be a good way to get the animals out of the office before the interns started having goat races in the hallway.
“Of course, Mr. Zaman. Anything else?” she asked.
“Ask for the bunnies one more time, and if they still refuse, we’ll let them keep them. Then please order me my usual lunch? Thank you.” I got back to work as she hurried off.
This didn’t fix anything. Part of me had to admit it was creative. Still, Verity had years to get them and was only doing it now because Jonas made her. That and she wanted to ride Grif.
Frustration grew inside me. I’d been patient with Grif for so long. Now, suddenly, some hot lady alpha strolled into his life and he was ready to bring her into the pack. Dean wasn’t any better. I wasn’t sure where Jonas stood. It seemed as if he liked her as a person, but was unsure if she’d make a good alpha for Grif.
I didn’t think she was either.
While I waited for my lunch, I updated a couple of clients, shot off some emails, and answered some inquiries.
Calista stood in my open door with a bag of takeout and a wicker basket of white bunnies in pink tutus. “I walked the cows and goats down to the sixteenth floor. They only gave me three bunnies.”
“It’s fine.” Yeah, I wasn’t going to war with those omegas over fucking bunnies. I’d end up as a meme or on a listicle of thetop ten alphaholes in New Yorkon their very popular website.
“Okay.” She left the bag and basket on my desk and left.
I sent a picture to Jonas.
Me
She sent bunnies and goats, too. This doesn’t make things better.
A bunny climbed out of the basket and shit on my desk.
Fuck my life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Grif
The bus burst with energy as we traveled from the arena to the hotel. Not only had wewonagainst the Tornados, but it had been a shutout, thanks to my hot husband.
I scrolled through my phone. It looked like the sellers were going to accept my offer on the house. Sadly, the couple was moving out to live with one of their children. However, they rememberedthose nice boys from down the streetand were excited I was buying it.
Verity sent me a picture of her wearing a Knights sweatshirt. Mercy had some things to do tonight, so Verity had gone to a bar near campus to watch the game with some of her fellow students.
Shit, she looked nice in my team colors. What would she look like in my jersey?
Verity
Amazing game. Home alone. If you get bored, call me.
