Me:

I like you a lot, too.

Jude:

Whew! Thank god for that.

I was starting to worry we’d scared you off.

Tic:

I wasn’t worried.

Jude:

Sure, that’s why you’ve been distracting yourself in your lab for the last twelve hours.

You weren’t worried at all.

Tic:

Shut it, Jude.

Hale:

You like us, huh?

Does that mean we get to see you again?

Jude:

Preferably without the dickhead that is your father’s aide hovering.

Wanted to tear him apart for touching you, button.

Haven:

That’s a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?

Creed:

Not at fucking all.

I blink down at the first text Creed has sent. Ever.

When I said that the Calloway pack texts every day, what I actually meant is Jude, Tic and Hale text every day. Creed… he hasn’t. He also kept his distance at the Market and now I can’t help but feel that maybe… he’s not as into the idea of seeing me as the rest of his pack is.

Or I was, but the viciousness of his text now has me second guessing.

Maybe he’s just reserved?

Shy?

I snort at the thought that such a big, kind of mean looking alpha could be shy, but I suppose stranger things have happened.

Jude:

There he is!