Page 50 of Been There Dragon That
Wrath made everything about her. About them being together. About fate.
She flipped the phone over in her hand and dialed her mom’s number. The phone picked up on the very first ring.
“Hello?”
“Mom, it’s Rylee.”
“Honey, is everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m good.” She stopped herself from naturally telling her momall the things. Jeff was willing to come after her, he might be willing to go after her family and friends if he thought they knew anything. For right now, she needed her parents and Ayla to stay blissfully ignorant. “There was a really bad storm. The house was damaged.”
“What happened? Do I need to have Dad send the plane back to Anchorage?”
“No, no. I’m good. I’m staying with a—friend, but my phone got damaged, so if you try to call or text I won’t get it. I’m not sure how long it will take me to get another phone up here.”
“Baby, don’t you want to come home since you can’t stay in the house?” Her mom’s voice was full of concern.
“I made some friends, and I’d like to stay a while longer. I’m good. Really. Just call this number if you need to get a hold of me. Naomi will make sure I get the message.” Rylee kept her voice calm with a positive upbeat tone.
“Alright. If that’s what you’d prefer. Let me know if you change your mind. Your father is in New York right now on business, but I’ll let him know you checked in. We were wondering why you hadn’t texted back.”
“Thanks, mom. Love you.”
“Oh, have you spoken to Ayla?”
“She’s my next call.”
“Good. Good. Love you, sweetie. Bye.”
“Bye, mom.”
Naomi came down the stairs. “One down, two to go.” She flashed a wide smile and then crossed to the playpen. “You’re next my sweet little Kela.” She scooped up the little one and then sank back onto the couch next to Rylee and popped out the opposite breast this time.
“How do you feed three of them?”
Naomi’s laugh rolled from deep in her chest. “It surprised me too, but as long as I rotate the boobies, the other one will be filled up and ready again by the time I get finished with her.” She poked at the phone after the baby latched. “Call your friend. You don’t want people worried about you.”
Rylee dialed Ayla’s number, but it went to voicemail. “Ayla, it’s Rylee. Checking in to let you know my phone was damaged. You can contact me at this number if you need to get a hold of me for right now. Talk to you soon.”
She tapped the red button on the screen to hang up the call and then handed the phone back to Naomi who slid it into her pocket. “So, should we look at some furniture?”
“Don’t you find this a little … odd?”
“What?” Naomi was speaking to her, but the question came out like a purr toward the baby.
“That he wants me to pick furniture for his house. I mean, he just met me.”
“Oh, hon. He’s been waiting for you. You’re his mate. With these guys, it's a once-and-done. They’re in it one hundred million percent.”
“These guys?”
“Yeah, they all kinda came to town as a unit.”
“They’re military?” It made sense. The way Wrath carried himself. The way he moved, like a predator. Like he’d never been afraid of anything his entire life.
“That’s a good way to describe it.”
“But you’re not going to tell me for real, are you?”
