Page 27 of Tying the Knot
“No.”
Silence.
“Well, tough shit. You’re it.”
“Nice. I’ll remember this at Christmas.”
He lets out a loud guffaw, not giving a single fuck.
I don’t blame him. I do not relish this mission. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. Words are difficult for me, especially when thrust into a situation that requires delicacy. I’m blunt and to the point. It has turned away more women than I can count. Not thatIgive a fuck about that. They take me or leave me as far as I’m concerned. I know it stems from having parents who didn’t listen to me. Always looking for the next party, the next high. If I prattled on too much, they lost interest, and I didn’t get heard.
“Fine,” I murmur. “But I’m taking Dylan. He does the words. I’ll just stand there and look pretty.”
“Whoever, don’t care. And he iswayprettier than you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Byeeeeee!”
The dial tone hits my ear. “You’re an arsehole wanker.”
I chuck the phone onto the bed and head for the door. I need to shower if I’m being forced to come face-to-face with the omega I can’t stop dreaming about. I can’t help but wonder if this is fate. Destiny forcing me to make the move I’m so reluctant to make, the decision I couldn’t make on my own.
Is Halstead really cupid in disguise?
* * *
A few minutes later, I’m back in my room and dressed in my regular work gear of black combat pants, steel-toe boots, a short-sleeved black tee, and a black hoodie. I pick up my coat and sling that on, grabbing my black beanie out of the pocket, which I shove on my head.
I open the door to find myself confronted with the rest of my pack.
“Where are you going?” Nik asks suspiciously.
“We are all going to see Morgan Happs. Get ready to move out in five.”
Three stunned faces stare back at me, and I realise my words are completely inappropriate.
“It’s not what you’re thinking. Halstead needs us to convince her to talk to one of her pack in exchange for him rolling on their supplier.”
“No fucking way!” Dylan snaps. “He will drag her back in when she is clawing her way out.”
“It’s not up to us to decide. Halstead gave us a mission, and we’re going. You can do the talking.” I jab my finger at Dylan.
“No.” He crosses his arms defiantly.
“Yes, or you can explain to Halstead why this deal isn’t happening.”
That gives him pause.
He realises, like I do, that we have been given an order and we don’t have a choice.
“Did you make a decision yet?” Nik asks the question on everyone’s lips.
“No, but maybe this will help.”
I shove past them and don’t wait for them to catch up. That’s up to them.
I hear them scramble into action, and soon we are heading out on foot on this freezing cold, gloomy winter day.
