Page 9 of Knotty Escape
I will never recover from the sight of him trying to fuck that damn pool float. Shameful.
“Oh. Good.” He squints at me a little longer before returning to his cooking, and Wes chuckles.
“So, how was your night? We can still smell her on you,” Wes says, and Harrison’s grin is blinding as he plates another waffle.
“Amazing. You fucks should have gone with me to the bar. River remembers her. She was so fucking hot, but gave off this…vibe.” Harrison frowns.
“She was sweet. Kind. Friendly, but didn’t seem interested in alphas.” I shrug, making Harrison lift a brow at me, still flashing his shit eating grin.
“She was too good for a dumb kid like me, but I’m not a kid anymore.” Harrison switches his attention to Wes. “How’d you like the pic?”
“She’s pretty,” Wes shrugs. “Nice scent.” Wes is more reserved than Harrison and me. Especially after the bullshit Jessica pulled. I never should have called her, regardless of how desperate we are to help Harrison. I fucked up.
He hardly said a word at dinner, forcing me to do most of the talking for the two of us. Not that Jessica noticed.
The truth is, everyone assumes I'm the straight-laced good guy because I'm pack lead, and that's the mask I wear. The one I’ve always worn
No one ever expects the lengths I'm willing to go to for my pack.
Her scent tells me we’re a match. She’s exactly what we’ve been missing.
“Does she want to see you again?” I ask, trying to sound noncommittal.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. I’m going to see her again anyway.” Harrison shrugs, and I nod knowingly. “I texted myself from her phone last night, then deleted it,” he admits, and I snort. Fair.
“Stalker.” Wes shakes his head, abandons his mug in the sink, and heads toward the hall leading to his room. But we both know Harrison isn’t the stalking type out of the three of us.
I have to learn everything there is to know about Lila Dove, because she might not know it yet, but she’s already ours.
A plan that’s been forming in my mind since he called me suddenly becomes clear, and I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Me: I need a favor.
Trix: It’ll cost you.
Me: I would expect nothing less.
Chapter 6
Lila
“I'm being fucking watched, Wendy!” I yelp into the phone as I speed walk through the pouring rain. “Do you think Larry is stalking me?” I attempt to whisper-hiss but end up shouting to be heard over the rain, and Wendy snorts.
“The man who barely left his desk chair to fuck you on the bed? No, I doubt he's even realized you're gone,” she snarks, making me snort next.
She’s not wrong, though. I expected more of a reaction when I told him I was leaving after I finally returned to the apartment Saturday morning. He didn’t even notice I was packing until I put my bags by the door. Still, I’m a bit freaked out right now. Glancing around the street, I spot an all black four-door sedan of some kind. I don’t know shit about cars, so I have no idea what it is, but I swear I’ve seen it around recently.
“I'm seriously weirded out. I really think someone is watching me… I get these chills sometimes.”
“Good thing it's just me!” Wendy steps out in front of me, scaring the soul from my body, and I scream like I'm being ax-murdered.
“You evil witch!” I snarl, too distressed to worry about the rain currently pelting me as I bend at the waist and heave in air.
“Ha! You should have seen your eyes.” Wendy cackles a laugh before linking our arms and dragging me down the sidewalk beside her. I’m still gasping for air as we make it to her apartment. Thankfully, she’s been letting me crash on her couch for the last four nights. Sadly, there's no end in sight. Fucking Larry.
“You’re a cruel woman,” I hiss, chest still heaving, limbs shaking from the shot of adrenaline. My scent sours the air around us with the remnants of my fear. Good thing no alphas were close by, or they would have rushed to aid the frightened omega.
“You’re being so paranoid!” Wendy releases me as she pulls out the mail key, then unlocks the box. She’s flipping through envelopes while I ring the water out of my hair. “Oh, this one’s for you.” She frowns, but hands me the card.
