Page 61 of Knot a Tie
“Hi!” I exclaim and wave back before we hug a little. “Iloveyour dress!”
“Thanks,” she says, smoothing it out. “My idiot brother gave it to me for my last birthday.”
“He has great taste.”
She eyes me up and agrees, “Why, yes, he does.”
I pause, wondering what she is talking about. Her dark eyes, fixed on mine, look suddenly familiar and the penny starts to drop. “Willow.”
“That’s me.”
“St. Michaels?” I scrunch up my nose. I’m sure that’s her last name.
“Yep.” She gives me a bright smile.
“Wait! You’re William’s sister!” I click my fingers. “Small world!”
“For my sins,” she says with a giggle.
“Wow. Thank you,” I blurt out. “For what you did earlier. I owe you my life.”
She shakes her head. “Nope. You don’t owe me jack, hunny. We omega’s gotta stick together. The guys on the other hand? Oh, I’m going to have fun making them pay!” She giggles in delight.
I join in. “That sounds like too much fun.”
“I’ll be sure to fill you in before I drop by. I hear you are being courted.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here to clear up,” I point out. “Wish me luck.”
She holds up her crossed fingers and with a smile, I take my leave of her and make my way to my dad’s office.
I knock once and then enter when he calls out.
“Rayne,” he says sternly, leaning back in his chair. “What on earth is this ruckus all about? You know you shouldn’t be here.”
“Well, neither should you at this hour,” I retort, jabbing my Rolex fiercely.
He has the grace to look slightly chastised, but not by much.
“Anyway,” I state and clear my throat. “I wish to report a crime. Do you have somewhere we can discuss this?”
He sits up suddenly, his interest in my being here goes from a mild annoyance to massively intriguing.
“A crime?” he asks. “What do you mean?”
“Not here. This is an official statement.”
I turn around and march out into the bullpen. Daddy follows me and grabs my arm.
“Rayne,” he growls. “What is going on here?”
“Get your official statement taking guy, and you’ll find out.”
I gulp when he gives me a glare that is so hard, and so fearsome, I nearly back out. But it’s too late for that. Plus, I really need to do this for everyone I’m starting to care about.
He leads me to an empty room with an uncomfortable looking chair and a bare table, gesturing to someone on the way. I sit down and cross my legs and arms, keeping my bag close by. They are not taking this as evidence. No way.
A beta man strolls in, notebook in hand and fixes me with a glare that lets me know he isn’t pleased to be in here.
