Page 121 of Retribution
“I’ll gladly take the ticket if it’s an issue,” he growls. “I’m going to fucking walk you to the door though.”
My lips twitch in amusement as I nod at the doorman. He gazes in awe at Isolde and the baby before shaking himself.
“Good morning Mr. Reid,” Marty says, voice cracking.
“This is Isolde and our daughter, Leila,” I explain. “They’re going to be hanging out with me at the office today so I can show her around.”
It’s a testament to the professionalism of those who work in this building that he doesn’t blink or ask any questions.
“Welcome, Isolde,” Marty says warmly.
Leila yawns wide as she opens her eyes, waking up as she lifts her head to look around.
“Oh, she’s precious,” he murmurs.
“Thank you,” I grin. “We got it from here, Grant.”
“I’ll be fast,” Grant grumbles, jogging back to the car and waving at the police officer that’s easing behind him.
He glances from Grant to me, and I gently turn Isolde to show him the baby. The officer waves and allows Grant to pull into the flow of traffic. Thank goodness he didn’t give us a ticket.
We’d totally have deserved it.
Isolde turns back quickly to walk through the open door and I wince. I know she tries to stay out of the way of cameras and law enforcement. It’s going to be a difficult line to walk while she’s with me.
Isolde doesn’t have any type of criminal record, and Oliver said that they still don’t know who set the fire at theReaping Marauders’ clubhouse. While she doesn’t talk about her workoften, that doesn’t mean that Oliver isn’t still working in the background to take care of her.
There’s not a trace of her existence anywhere near the scenes of her crimes. I want to make sure she remains safe. Isolde and my family are my priority.
The security guards see Isolde and choose to wand her instead of having her walk through the detector. While she does beep, the guard shrugs and says that it’s due to the carrier.
My omega doesn’t seem as dangerous in her current clothing and her demure smiles. Hiding a smile as she is allowed through, I empty my pockets before following the security guard’s instructions.
Once done with the dog and pony show that ensures everyone remains safe, I shove my wallet and phone back into my pockets and grab the diaper bag and briefcase.
“I can take one of those bags,” Isolde says quietly as we cross the large lobby. Everything echoes due to the marble floor and I can see the slight pinch between her brows.
The room has high ceilings, hot lighting, and I can see her eyes darting around without her moving her head. For anyone who doesn’t know her, Isolde appears to be casually walking beside me.
Instead, my omega is playing guard until Grant returns.
Shaking my head, I shift the bags to one hand to place my other on the small of her back to help ground her.
“You need your hands free,” I remind her. “Security is very tight here, as you saw.”
“It is, but it was a mistake to let me through so easily,” she grumbles.
Well, she’s not wrong, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. At least she’ll have her weapons on her. I wholeheartedly don’t want it to be needed, but it’s not necessarily my building that I’m worried about.
I was, after all, kidnapped in a sandwich shop by this gorgeous woman.
Paula falls into step with me as we walk, glancing curiously at Isolde and Leila before jumping into things. I don’t pay her to ask questions about my personal life and she knows that. Grant also called her and cancelled all of my meetings during her heat.
Knowing Grant, he didn’t say, “the boss has to fuck for the next three to four days so our omega doesn’t lose her mind. Thanks.”
Jesus, my internal monologue must mean I’m losing my mind.
Isolde’s fingers run over mine as we walk, and I realize this is her gentle way to tell me that she can feel my emotions. The bond is getting stronger, and while that’s amazing, it also can potentially make her anxious as she feels emotions that don’t belong to her.
