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!