Page 28 of Knotting Hill
“Cass,” I say when I answer. “What’s up?”
“You okay? I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m fine. My mum thinks it might be stress or something.”
“Hmm,” she murmurs. “You sound better than you did the other day.”
“I feel it. It’s weird, but not complaining.”
“Definitely not. Three days is enough, in my opinion.”
“And mine.”
“Okay, well, I’d better go. I was just checking on you.”
“Thanks, babes. I’m good. Hopefully, be back at work the day after tomorrow.”
“Awesome. Let’s meet up before I disappear next week.”
“Definitely. I’ll message you.”
“’Kay.”
We hang up, and then I feel a bit lost after all the activity of the last hour or so.
Glancing at the bed, I remember that I have to make it up again, so I set about doing that and perfecting my nest to crawl back into before I make some toast and a cup of tea to settle down to some TV for the night, trying not to ponder too hard why Cass sounded so strange andwhyshe rang me today when she knows I’m in the middle of my heat. Well, supposed middle. Usually, she leaves me alone with a quick text to check that I’m still alive.
It's odd, and something I may have to ask her at some point when we meet up. I almost got the feeling she was angling for something…but what?
Eighteen
Russell
I waveCassidy over as she approaches the table we have in the dark corner of the pub, nowhere near Knotting Hill. We have business to discuss, which we don’t want anyone eavesdropping on.
“About time,” JP comments as she sits.
I’m friendlier and smile at her.
She grimaces at JP but then turns her bright grin to me before looking over at Josh. “So why am I here?”
“We haven’t heard from you for a few days since Storm left the pub in a hurry,” I say cautiously. “We were worried about her. Is she okay?”
“You could have asked me that over the phone.”
“True, but we have other things to talk about.”
She purses her black lips in stark contrast to her pale face. “She's fine. A bit under the weather, but fine.”
I lean forward, catching a note in her tone. “Under the weather how? Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. Just being an omega.”
I blink and exchange a glance with JP. He appears as confused as I do until the penny drops.
“Oooh,” I say, understanding dawning. But with that understanding comes a ferocious, possessive emotion. “Oh?” I growl, which confuses JP some more.
He is a bit slow on the uptake.
