Page 53 of Knot for Me
“I said. I was a thespian, Marco.”
“Oh,” he says, cheeks turning scarlet. “I thought you said—”
“We know what you thought, and that was fucking hilarious. I’m still hungry though, so excuse me while I take Reagan on a date. Completely platonic of course. We’ll be back later.” Amelie winks at him and grabs my hand, dragging me out of the mansion.
“I’m having Karris follow you.”
“Fine,” Amelie shouts over her shoulder. “He’s not sitting with us though.”
“Who is Karris?” I ask as we approach her car.
“A delta. He’ll only be there to make sure we’re not harassed. Trust me, you won’t even notice him.”
“Okay,” I mumble, climbing in the passenger side.
“Marco is so ridiculous,” she says once we’re in her vehicle and buckled. “No kissing Reagan.” She snorts. “I hate the word himbo, but if any man qualifies, it might be him.
“He’s funny.” I smile. “I don’t think he’s a himbo though.”
Giving me a side-eye, she starts to drive. “Oh yeah? Tell me about the guys. How are they treating you?”
“They’re fine.” I chew on my bottom lip and glance out of the window. “I got your email this morning.”
“What?” she asks, turning down the already quiet music.
“Your email.” I look at her. “If you wanted to warn me off the pack, you should have done it in person.”
Her brow wrinkles, and she stares at me long enough I get worried she’ll crash into something. “I’m not trying to warn you off. I didn’t send an email either.” She frowns and turns her attention back to the road.
“Did Jefferson?” I press. I had already figured it wasn’t likely that she was the culprit.
“Jeff hates emails, and he has better things to do thanwarn you off. What’s going on, Reagan? Is someone bothering you?”
I grab my phone and open my email, reading her the latest message out loud. She whistles when I finish and grimaces, navigating toward wherever we’re going for lunch.
“That’s fucked up. Did you tell the alphas?”
“No,” I say. “It’s probably some stupid scam.”
She shakes her head. “That doesn’t sound like one to me. They’re not even asking for your information. You should talk to Cory. He’ll know what to do.”
“It’s probably nothing. Where are we going for lunch?”
Scoffing, she gives me a face that says she knows what I’m doing, but she doesn’t push me. “We’re going to Betty and Jake’s. They have the best Rueben.”
I make a retching noise.
“Shut up, I love my sauerkraut.”
“I’m sure Jefferson appreciates the flavor of musty socks when he kisses you.”
“I brush my teeth after.”
“I would hope so,” I say, laughing. “I hope they serve more than that vile food.”
“Okay, who’s the dramatic one now? Of course they have more options.” She honks at someone going slow and flips them off. “Get off the road if you can’t go the speed limit, asshole.”
“That could be someone’s grandpa, Amelie.”
