Page 4 of Knot a Tie
Okay, wow. Epic fail there, Jay.
I straighten up, smile still in place and hold my hands up. “Not here to cause trouble, just want to return something.”
“You can leave it here, if she comes back.”
“My brother has it outside,” I say and back out of the pharmacy, well and truly cock-blocked.
Spencer is staring at me, trying his hardest not to laugh. “Fucking fail, Jay. Ouch.”
Stopping in front of him, I flick him on the forehead. “Shut the fuck up, bellend.”
He glares at me and rubs his forehead. “Oww.”
“Come on. We’d better get back to London. Ring Jones and ask him to do everything in his investigative power to find me that omega. I’m not letting her go as easily as this.”
“You’ve really fallen, haven’t you?”
“Haven’t you?”
His glance down the road where her car roared off, is all the confirmation I need. Two votes out of four, but mine weighs heavier. Blueberry-muffins is going to be our omega, and I don’t care how I make that happen. She has bewitched me, and I thought I was immune to such charms. That alone makes meneedto know her.
ChapterThree
Rayne
Getting out of the car in the huge, red bricked driveway of the country house that is my home, I lean over to grab my shoes and slip them on my feet. Snatching up my bag stuffed full of the heat suppressants from the passenger seat, I slam the door shut. I skip up the four stone steps that lead to the big red front doors of the house. Pushing one open, I call out, “Daddy, I’m back.”
He appears out of his office, which is the first door on the right. “Hi, Ray-ray. Did you get sorted?”
I close the front door and cross over the entrance hall, the thick, plush Windsor patterned carpet, soft under my heels. “I did. She is a real battle-axe. Did she ring you after I left?”
My dad chuckles and nods his head. “She did.”
“Witch,” I mutter under my breath. “Why did you make me go there? Don’t you pay her a lot of money every month for her to come here?”
Daddy tuts at me. “If I had shown you preferential treatment, she wouldn’t respect you.”
“She doesn’t anyway. She thinks I’m a raging slut.”
“Rayne,” he warns me. “You know I don’t like that word.”
“Yeah, well, me either, but that is how she made me feel.” I sulk and cross my arms over my chest.
“Look, Ray-ray, we know here why you’re doing this, and we support your decision. That’s all that matters.”
I grin, my mood forgotten and go to him, slipping into his embrace. He gives me a tight squeeze and then holds me out at arm’s length. “There’s someone here to see you.”
My face falls into a frown. “Oh?”
“He’s in the informal sitting room.” The tone tells me all I need to know.
“Daddyyyyy,” I whine, dropping my arm so that my bag swings and hits my leg. “Who are you trying to set me up with?”
“Why, no one, dear,” he says with a smug smile and then hastily disappears back into his office, shutting the door promptly in my face.
“Mean!” I call out and hear him chuckle.
I smile, and with an eyeroll, I lift my bag back onto my bent arm and head towards the informal sitting room on the left-hand side of the staircase, opposite the formal sitting room, or as I like to call it, the mausoleum.
