Page 32 of Tossed into the Mob
What is it with everyone confessing today?My wolf was perplexed.
“Let me guess. You’ve been working undercover for Flint all this time.” It made no sense, but I was reaching.
“You’re close.”
I sat up straight, wondering what information he was going to dump in my lap.
“I miss that frisson of danger, the taste of the unknown, and the scent of gunshot residue.” He turned to face me. “Does that make me a bad person?”
Who was I to judge what made someone bad? But as I tossed the idea around in my head, something clicked. Maybe that’s why I was finding it hard to focus on any task outsideof delivering babies? It wasn’t just me missing my mate. I’d experienced how my extended family lived, and I wanted some of that.
Nah. I dismissed it. I never wanted to be part of that life. I was plucking reasons out of the air. Despite me shooting a guy, itwasn’t a sign I was destined to be a red-blooded mafia guy. My dissatisfaction was not having Brock at my side.
“Treyton? Are you still with me?”
“What you experienced was a catalyst that forced you to evaluate your life. You’re searching for any explanation, and you latched onto my family’s lifestyle.”
He sighed. “I guess you’re right.” He adjusted the air-conditioning, saying he was hot. “What if I change the subject to something more personal?”
I was up for that, and my cock reacted. There was a knot of anticipation in my belly as I parked the car, thinking Brock might be about to declare his love for me.
Bah. You need to mate. My wolf had been understanding when Brock was grieving, sort of, or as much as a wolf could be when he was guided by instinct.
“This is silly, but it’s driving me bonkers. When did you start wearing cologne? Or is it body wash?”
That was what he wanted to ask me? The anticipation became rock hard and my tummy ached. I’d never worn cologne because it interfered with my natural scent, and I bought fragrance-free body wash.
My wolf was tapping on the inside of my head, trying to get my attention, and I told him to quit it.
“Never.”
“Are you sure?” One brow was raised as he studied me with his lips parted.
“Ummm, yes, I think I’d know.”
“You smell so good.” I glanced at Brock as he brushed against me. “You’re like a magnet and I’m a piece of metal.”
Listen to what he’s telling you, my beast insisted.
The visual in my head was of a tiny magnet attracting a huge wrench, and the satisfying clang as they came together. Being an alpha, society expected me to exhibit alpha-ish qualities, but I wasn’t like Madd or our cousins.
“And what happens next after I attract you?” I was still talking about magnets.
“Not sure, but I’d like to find out.” He skipped toward the food truck.
“Brock.” I raced after him, desperate to know what he was thinking. “Now it’s your turn to provide an answer. You saw me across the street before I flashed my first card.”
“Your scent was on the wind.”
That was kinda poetic, and I liked it.
Over lunch we spoke of our childhoods and the events since his dad had come out of the hospital. But we kept coming back to the days we’d spent together.
“How about that trailer, huh?”
“It was better than my old apartment. Not as much mold.”
He made a face. “Is it weird that I’m living in a luxurious apartment that Dad and I own thanks to Flint, and you’re a Durand and were living with mold?”
