Page 34 of Pack’s Pledge

She really did roll her eyes that time, but I could see the smile trying to break through. I grinned.

It had been weeks since we’d first met over this very same bar, and that smile still made my knees weak.

And my dick hard.

I’d thought having Britt in my apartment smelling like Conall had been excruciating.

Smelling likeBeau?

I was fucked.

“Hi, Conall,” she said, as he approached the bar. The smile she saved for him was different than the one she gave me, or the sexy smirk she lavished on Beau: wide eyes and soft curved lips. “Something to drink?”

“No, thanks,” he said, his frosty juniper scent unusually warm, almost cozy, as it always was around Britt.Adorable. “Just came over to make sure Adrian wasn’t bothering you. I know you have to work, just tell him to leave you alone.”

“Are you giving me permission to boss Adrian around, Conall?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that something you can do, as pack alpha or whatever?”

“No, it’s not,” I said. “But for the record, you don’t need his permission to boss me around, babe. I’ll take orders from you any day.”

The flush that crept up from her starched black shirt collar, visible even in the low light of the club, made me hide my smiling face behind my sparkling water.

“Like you do from Beau?” she asked, and I nearly choked on precious artisanal bubbles. She bit her lower lip, failing to hide her own smile.

“Is that what he told you?” I asked, and she shrugged. “That littleliar,” I grinned. “I’ll showhim‘taking orders’.”

“Where is he tonight?” she asked, and I looked to Conall reflexively.Damn it.But hewaspack leader. It was up to him. Well, really, it was up to Beau, but…

“He couldn’t come tonight,” Conall hedged.

“Oh. Other plans?” Britt asked lightly, wiping the clean bartop with a towel suddenly.

“Not like that,” I said. “I mean, hecouldn’tcome. Here.”

“Why not? You have a membership, you can come when…” Her eyes went round. “Oh. Oh. Wait, shouldn’t you be there with him?”

“No,” Conall said, just as I said, “Hellno.”

“He’s doing his own thing. He’ll let us know when he wants us there.”

“He hates beingcoddled,” I said, making scare quotes around the word.

“Hmm,” Britt said. “I’ll text him. I’m about to go on break.”

“He’d like that,” Conall said. My gut twisted. I would never say anything to Conall, but… I was damn lucky to be in a pack with an alpha like him. The Heat Center had gotten in right, pairing us together. Conall, Beau, and me.

And Britt…

She disappeared into the staff areas of the club with a flash of white smile and a swish of her low pony, and I returned to my recently acquired pastime: counting down the minutes until I would see her again.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Beau

Miss you tonight.

I stared at my phone, a sappy smile on my face.Ahh, Britt.She was so damn cute.

She was texting from work. Was she behind the bar, making the alphas wonder who was putting the smile on her face?

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