Page 38 of Tying the Knot
“Up?”
I stare at the phone, not fully understanding what just happened when there is a soft knock on the door.
“Morgan, it’s Dylan.”
Frowning, I drop my phone and the card to the bed, haul my sorry arse out of my nest, and stumble to the door.
I open it a crack and peer out.
To my surprise, yes, Dylan is definitely standing there looking like he hasn’t slept in two days.
“You okay?” I ask, shoving the door open and limping back to the nest. Seriously, at this point, I don’t give a fuck about propriety. I’m in pain, I’m craving something I can’t have, and I’m nauseous at the same time as I’m starving.
“Fuck me. Are you? You don’t look so hot.”
I give him a wry look. “Gee, thanks. Quite the charmer, aren’t you, Officer?”
“You know what I mean. You’re in a bad way. How can I help?”
I love that he gets right down to it. He knows what’s going on and is matter-of-fact about it.
I chew my lip. “You didn’t tell the alphas about this, did you?”
“If I did, they would be here sniffing around,” he jokes, but then goes serious. “No, I protected you and them. I told them you were sick. Which apparently isn’t much of a lie.”
“No,” I agree. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“No need to thank me,” he says, hovering near the door, which he closed when he came in. “How canIhelp?”
The emphasis on the pronoun brings tears to my eyes. He knows he doesn’t have the necessary equipment, per se, but he is still here, ready to assist however he can. “You are really sweet, you know that?”
He snorts. “Not many say that.”
“No, you are. Sweet and kind. Here you are trying to help a complete stranger…”
“I know who you are, Morgan,” he whispers carefully. “I would do anything for you.”
His words take me aback. “What?” I murmur.
He changes the subject abruptly. “What do you need?”
“A knot.”
“Can’t help you there, really, unless…”
“No, I need you to go to this specialist shop about three miles away to get me a…” My cheeks heat up, but I power through with my eyes closed. “…vibrator with a built-in knot.”
“Ah, okay. I can do that. Do you have the address?”
I nod, eyes still closed, as I thrust my phone at him.
“You’ll have to open your eyes for it to open.”
I frown and crack an eye. He is holding the phone up to my face, and I giggle. “Sorry.”
Eyes fully open, I stare into the screen, and it unlocks. He glances at my web browser and nods. “I know where it is.”
“Thanks, Dylan. I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position, but you are the only one I could call. I can’t go out there on my own like this…”
