Page 136 of Drown My Sorrow

“AHEM!”

Ezy turns back and flicks Holt a glance. “Are you still here? I thought you would be overseeing the staff leaving. Isn’t that your job and what you get paid for?”

Holt freezes. “Of course, sir.”

The sir is sneered. I really don’t like that man.

Kelly and Shale walk out shoulder to shoulder.

“I’ve rung Ryn. She knows people who can come and work here with little to no notice.”

“Give them double pay,” Ezy mutters.

“You did well, Alpha,” Shale murmurs and grips the back of his neck, dragging him against his chest.

“I hate this place.”

“I know. But you did amazing. Aspyn thinks so, too, don’t you, Aspyn?”

How does he do that? He hasn’t even looked up here. Keagan’s arms wrap around me and walk me out of the shadows and to the banister.

“I think so!” I say to him.

Ezy stares up at me like I’ve just hung the moon. He’s so beautiful. And as he smiles, I find myself gripping the railing and smiling back.

Gael walks into the entrance and blinks at all of us. “Was there a meeting called?”

Kelly snickers. “No, we’re just cleaning house.”

Gael nods and holds up his phone. “What’s this?”

“Someone did a tell all and included photos.”

“Of us sleeping?” Gael shouts.

My mouth drops open. They took photos of us sleeping? I feel so creeped out.

Gael leans in and exchanges some very harsh words with Kelly, Shale, and Ezy.

“It’s all right. They’re all fired, remember?” Keagan reminds me.

I lean into his solid strength.

“Where is Beau?”

“He’ll be back. He’s just gone to see someone about something.”

Keagan has no sooner finished speaking than the front door opens, and Beau walks in. He’s wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans, but when he spots me, he flashes me a saucy smile and a wink.

My damn chest fills with flutters.

He walks up to Ezy and pulls him into a dip, kissing the stunned alpha before he can argue or protest.

“Did you find it?” Kelly asks.

“Of course, I did. We should go soon. Everyone is going to know we’re here.” Beau tilts his head back and looks up at me. “Go get your frock on, darl, I’m taking you out.”

“Where?” I call back.

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