Page 40 of Tying the Knot
“Twenty-seven. How old are you?”
“I turned thirty-one the day you arrested my pack.”
“Ouch. Eli turned forty on the same day.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Maybe it’s fate.”
His face tenses up, and his expression turns wary. “Maybe it is. I should get going, so I can be back before you need your knot again.”
I reluctantly let him go as he practically leaps out of my nest to wash his hands. I’m disappointed. I wanted more snuggles, and suddenly I’m ravenous.
“I’ll be back soon.”
I nod, upset that he's rushing off, even though I’m grateful that he is.
He races out without another word, shutting the door quietly on his way out.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Nik
She took my t-shirt.
I don’t think for one minute she meant to take it, but it’s all I can think about.
She took my t-shirt.
It is now in her possession which gives me an excuse to go over there to take it back. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe she can keep it and wear it.
I’m seriously confused. For the first time in my life, I can’t make a decision and stick to it. I’m all wishy-washy, and it’s irritating as fuck. But that is what she has done to me. Catching that first whiff of her scent has sent me into a freefall, and now I’m as lost as the other three.
“Anything?” Eli snaps as I look up from the monitor where I’ve been combing CCTV footage for the past day. Eli got a warrant for every street cam in the area, somehow. Fuck knows who he threatened to get it, and I don’t really want to know.
Plausible deniability.
“No, they are pros. No plates.”
“Fuck!” He smashes his fist into the wall next to the hole he created a few hours ago when we were just as clueless.
“Can you stop hitting things, please?”
“Unless you want me to hit your face, shut the fuck up,” he growls, shaking out his damaged hand. His knuckles are bruised and bleeding.
“Nice.”
He scowls. “So what now?”
The fact that he is askingmedrives home how little we have in the way of tracking down this SUV that is after Morgan. Ah, sweet, chocolate-orangey Morgan…
“Hmm?” he snaps as my mind wanders again to the omega who is consuming my every moment. She has blown me away. And she sees me. She knows I know what living with those arseholes was like for her. She knows I don’tpityher, but I care, and I understand how battered her soul and her confidence is.
I hate them for it.
I’m usually a pretty easy-going guy, for an alpha. Things don’t tend to wind me up as quickly as they do Eli. But these guys? I want to see them burn for what they’ve done. Not just to Morgan, but to the omegas they blatantly and ruthlessly put in harm’s way.
“I’ll give Dyl a quick ring,” I mutter as Eli is actually waiting for something from me. “Maybe he’s seen something.”
It’s pointless. If he had, he would have rung, but Eli is about to snap every nerve he has if something isn’t done immediately.
