Page 56 of Knot for Me
“That sounds great.”
Amelie pays for both of us despite my protests. She drives us around for another hour, showing me the swanky homes and babbling about all the different wineries. When we get close to the mansion, I’m surprised to find I don’t dread going back.
“Want to do lunch again on Friday? I’d offer to come sooner, but I have a few odd jobs to take care of.”
“That sounds nice.” I undo my seatbelt.
She catches my hand, drawing my attention. “You need to tell Cory about that email.”
“Okay,” I say, nodding even though I don’t plan to show Cory anything.
“Okay,” she repeats, squinting at me. “Behave while I’m gone.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Thanks, Mom.”
She blows me a kiss as I hop out. “Make Mommy proud.”
Flipping her off, I slam the door. She cackles, and even though she’s inside the SUV, I can hear it loud and clear. I turn as she takes off, staring at the giant home and drawing in a deep breath.
I’ll never get used to how big this place is.
* * *
Later in the day, I decide to call my mom. I shouldn’t be so worried about what she has to say. She didn’t get as upset as I thought she might when she found out what happened, but I still dread more heat lectures. I trace the trim of the cushion, glancing around the oversized living room to make sure no one has come in while I was looking at my phone.
“Reagan?”
“Hey, Mom.”
“Honey, I’ve been so worried about you. You never sent the address. Is everything all right?”
Crap. I’d totally forgotten about that.
“Everything is fine. I forgot.”
She blows out a hard breath, and the speaker crackles. “Trust me, you’re going to need what I am sending you, Reagan. Get me the address.”
“Okay, I will.”
She clears her throat.
“Now?”
“Obviously you can’t be trusted to remember on your own, so yes, now.”
I glance around. No alphas in sight. “Hang on, I have to find someone.”
“I’m going to set the phone down, but I’ll be right back. Don’t end the call.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“I hate it when you call me that,” she mumbles before leaving the line.
Wandering through the house, I search the first floor for one of the guys. They’re nowhere to be found. I head upstairs. Lucas said they’re off Sunday and Monday, so they should be home. Unless they went to do things. They probably have friends. Most people have friends. It’s logical to assume they do too. Marco is fun and Cory is easy to talk to, so they definitely have buddies. But Lucas? He seems like he might not be good at playing nice.
Unless we’re talking about in the bedroom. No. Even then he’s kind of a dick, asking me to beg for it. Never mind that I liked, really fucking liked, what he did. My core aches for his knot, and I try to ignore the way my panties feel. That’s biology, nothing more, nothing less.
I go to Cory’s room first, but it’s empty. Chicken that I am, I check Marco’s next. He’s also not there. Sighing, I pull my shoulders back and go to Lucas’. I rap my fist on the door three times and wait, wondering if Mom will remember she had me on the line.
