Page 6 of The Alpha's Weakness
“How did you sleep?” Adeline asks as Rhodes fills a travel cup with coffee.
“Good, thanks.”
“I’ve got to head out, but I’ll see you both later,” Rhodes says.
I smile and wave as he kisses Adeline goodbye and heads out the front door.
“He’s up and at it early,” I comment.
Adeline nods, looking worried.
“Is everything okay?”
“There’s been some trouble with a cult to the north of us,” she admits. “The Alphas are taking turns keeping an eye on the property line.”
“What kind of trouble?” I ask warily.
“I’m not sure. Rhodes didn’t elaborate.”
She turns the kettle on and passes me the tea box. I pick out an Earl Grey tea bag and pass the box back to her.
“I know that some members have come onto our land, looking for help,” Adeline continues.
“Maybe that’s why they’re up there then. They want to help and make sure people who want to get out can,” I suggest.
“That’s probably it. Still, we should be careful and stay away from their property,” she says.
“Agreed.”
The kettle boils, and Adeline pours the water into a mug and passes it to me. She tops up her teacup, and I smile as I dunk my bag into the hot water.
“This reminds me of old times,” I reminisce.
“I know! Our Saturday morning tea dates,” she sighs, smiling softly.
“I’ve missed this.”
Adeline reaches over, squeezing my hand. “Me too. I’m so happy you’re here.”
Adeline and I only had each other growing up. Her mom was a single mother and spent most of her time working. My parents were always working, and when they weren’t, they were at home yelling at each other. I used to lie awake wishing they’d just get divorced. It would have made everyone happier, but nope. They ended up in a car accident when I was seventeen and passed away, leaving me all alone right before I graduated high school. Well, all alone except for Adeline.
“What did you want to do today?” Adeline asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Um, I have another interview this afternoon.”
“Have you heard anything back from the diner?”
“No, not yet. They told me they had interviews today, too, so I probably won’t hear back from them until tomorrow at the earliest.”
She nods as she slides onto the stool next to me. “I’m sure you’ll get it. It would be crazy for them not to hire you.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t sound very excited about the prospect,” she remarks.
I sigh. “I don’t know. I want a job. And I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
She shakes her head. “You’re not.”
