Page 82 of For the First Time
Dinner was already made tonight, so I was just setting the plates and silverware on the dining table when my phone started to ring.To my delight, it was Hannah.
“Hey, everything okay?”It was probably bad to answer a call already concerned, but Hannah almost never called me.She was all about messaging, and her typing speed was quite impressive.
“Guess what I did today?”
She sounded like she was in a good mood so...“Did you get a tattoo?”
“What?No, why would you guess that?”
“I was just trying to think of what would make you so excited you’d call.”
“No.I spoke with your lawyer.Bartholomew.I’d messaged him once you gave me his number, but he wanted to speak in person and Jackson wanted to come with me and Han, so we had to wait until he had a free day.That was today!”
“How did it go?”
“Can a meeting like that go bad?He basically asked a bunch of questions, and I answered them.I really sprouted about all your greatness, though.Hyped you up.”
I chuckled at her joke.“I’m sure Bartholomew appreciated you going in.”
“Eve, have you seen his office?”
“Uh, no.”
“It was insane.Glass walls and floor to ceiling windows and all the chairs had paddings, the tables were made of real oak, and they offered actual snacks for free while we waited.Not little bags of chips from a vending machine, but chocolate covered strawberries and little ham and cheese bites.I can’t even imagine a lawyer like that losing.You are so going to win this court-thing.”
“Bartholomew did say my chances are pretty good.Something about the fact that it was an internal issue and because I’d already been let go, he’s hoping the judge will toss the whole case out for lack of a conflict of proof.Or whatever the legal term is.Or worst case, if we do go to court, he says that my actions don’t reflect any sort of danger to society, past or present.”
“Of course not.The only danger is Adam.”She made a half grunt, half screeching noise.“I hate that dickhead.Did you hear that he’s supposedly courting an omega?”
“No, I haven’t.”A thread of anxiety filtered through my stomach.Was it wrong that I worried him finding an omega to bond, right at the same time he was fighting for his elitist pack views, was going to be even worse for me?A selfish thought, but I wouldn’t put it past the alpha.
“Well, I pity the omega who bonds with him and his pack.Their scents are not appealing, at all.”
My phone buzzed in my hand, silently telling me I had another call incoming.Apparently, this was a popular time for me.Or more likely, Bartholomew was calling because he was going to tell me what Hannah already had.“Hey, I have to let you go.Bartholomew is trying to get ahold of me.”
“Sure thing.I’ll text with you next week about having you and your pack come over.”
A thrill went through me at the mere mention ofmypack.I liked hearing that.A lot.
Hanging up with Hannah, I answered my second call.“Hello.”
“Yes, good evening, Eve.”Bartholomew sounded drastically different than Hannah.Not that I’d ever truly think to compare the two, but my lawyer did not sound like he was lighthearted after a day of hearing someone sing my praises.“I would like to schedule a time for you to come into my office this weekend.With your pack.”
I didn’t get a thrill that time.“Yeah, sure.”
That conversation lasted less than two minutes before I was hanging up.I hated that this case was dangling over my head like a sword, ready to drop any moment.Ever since Adam made that initial speech, it was like all Bartholomew could do was attempt to clean up his mess.But the way he’d sounded on the phone gave me hope that we were finally moving forward.After all, he could have just requested another phone call rather than an in-person meeting tomorrow morning.
As soon as I heard Atlas’s truck pulling up in front of the house, I was making my way to the front door, tossing it open and anxiously waiting on the porch to tell him about the meeting tomorrow.
“Well, well, well, look at you, pet, all eager to see your mate.”He ran up the last few steps and wrapped his arms around me, spinning us both as his mouth came down to mine.He didn’t even bother knocking his boots against the doorframe as he carried me over the threshold.“A male could get use to this.”
As Atlas put me down to start on his boots, I teased, “What, making dinner and cleaning the house isn’t enough for you?”
“For me?Nah.”He stood up and cupped my face, pressing a hard kiss to my lips.“I can never get enough of you, pet.Not even if I woke up every morning and tasted between your legs then went to bed every night with my cock inside you.It’ll never be enough.”
I shook my head.“How did you make that sound so sweet?”
“Just my country boy charm, I guess.”He gave me a crooked smirk.
