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“If I didn’t make it clear,” Mase says, “This situation is way too volatile. We don’t know yet if the restraints will hold him sodon’t show up here again. Cicely wouldn’t even be here if we could convince her to stay away.”
“Cicely would’ve alerted us if we weren’t safe to exit the car and look, we’re right beside the car so if anything went screwy, we could’ve jumped straight back in and driven off,” Amie asserts.
He stares at her.
She stares back.
He puts his hand on her tummy and caresses it. She’s not showing yet but he’s making a pretty poignant point.
Her expression changes and she softly says, “You’re heard, Doggo.”
Checkmate for Mase.
He kisses her neck and turns to me. “What’s happening with him now?”
I shake off a mini stupor at the sweet exchange. Am I going to have that?
Folks peg me as an alpha female tomboy, and it’s kind of true, but I’m also a girlie girl. One look inside my apartment and it’s pretty obvious I’m the tomboyest girlie girl around. I’m active, outgoing, and unafraid to speak my mind. I can drink many betas in our pack under the table and beat plenty of beta and alpha asses at poker and bowling. I’m almost always the first female chosen on unisex teams when we play pack sports. But I also like things to be pretty and tidy and I’m a sucker for sappy love stories.
I tell him, “He came to and promptly asked me to leave. I’m giving him a minute.”
Linc pulls up in his Bronco and gets out, carrying a duffle bag. “Catch me up?” he requests.
I repeat what I just said, and the three of them decide to go in to talk to Jared. Amie offers to check his wounds and administer first aid. Mase looks at her like she’s insane.
“Get in the car, Amelia,” he says.
“What can I say? I’m a nurse. I forgot.”
He swats her butt.
Amie stares at her mate who’s giving her a hot, dark alpha look, so she huffs and gets back into the car, but she’s not wilting whatsoever.
I love that girl. She and I are cut from the same cloth, minus the shifter part.
The three males go into the bunker while I lean against the car, giving Amie and Ivy the whole story of my claiming so far. Amie gets tears in her eyes and blames her pregnancy hormones.
“Call or text if you need anything,” Ivy offers and starts her car.
“Wait,” I halt them. “So wrapped up I almost forgot to ask… what’s up with Bailey?”
“What do you mean?” Amie asks.
“She’s not in town and I saw them in a little huddle a while ago and suspect the two things are connected. My father was evasive about Bailey but said she followed Jase out of town. Beyond that, I think there’s something up.”
Amie gasps. “Followed him?”
“I overheard Ty on the phone,” Ivy admits, lowering her voice. “So, I asked a couple questions and all I’ve got so far is she followed Jase out of town when he left to meet up with Dani to take that dangerous witch’s wand to Romania.”
“She what?” Amie asks. “And you didn’t tell me?”
Ivy shrugs. “We were busy cooking with Mom and talking about Cicely and this situation, then we rushed to her place to get her bag packed and… there’s so much goin’ on I didn’t get to it.”
“What else do we know?” Amie demands to know, eyes bouncing between us.
“That’s why I’m asking you, sister. I know nothing. Call her!”
Amie pulls out her phone and calls on speaker. It goes straight to voicemail.
