Page 11 of Golden Valley
That was a question, probably, but Ricky didn’t have an answer or really any words at that point. His skin itched, his stomach burned, and his groin ached. He needed his mate and nobody was going to stop him, not even the Purple Sky Alpha. He couldn’t think of Brian ashisAlpha, not now that he had met Morgan.
“You think they’re listening to us in here?” Alpha Berger whispered angrily.
His ability to exude dangerous rage at a remarkably soft tone caught Ricky’s attention enough to clear a small amount of fog from his brain. He used his newly earned concentration to tell his feet not to move toward the door. If he could wait a few seconds, Alpha Berger would be gone and nobody would be there to stop him or question him about where he was going.
“You’re probably right.” Alpha Berger bobbed his head. “Best not to take chances.” He flicked his gaze around the room. “I’ll go outside.” He turned toward the door and mumbled to himself. “If anyone asks what I’m doing, I’ll just say I’m getting something from the car.”
“Uh-huh.” Hands clenched into tight fists, Ricky watched him leave, mentally urging him to hurry. After the door closed, he told himself to count to twenty, but he only made it to eight before he was wrapping his own palm around the doorknob and then stepping into the hallway. Heart racing, he jerked his head from one side to the other, trying to decide where to go.
He took a step to the left, decided it was the wrong way, and pivoted in the opposite direction only to stop again. Golden Valley’s wealth was evident in the size of the Alpha’s house, and Ricky hadn’t received a proper tour, so he was familiar only with the route to the front door and the dining room—neither were places he expected to find Morgan. After a few more false starts in both directions, Ricky realized he was basically turning in circles.
“Calm down,” he told himself. “You’re like a puppy chasing his tail.” He closed his eyes and then pulled air into his lungs before pushing it out again. “Calm down.” His mate was in this house; large or small, destiny was on his side. If he followed his instincts, he’d end up where he was supposed to be. Internal pep talk complete, Ricky opened his eyes, let his gut choose a direction, and started walking.”
