Page 63 of Knot for Me
His face scrunches. “Yeah, why?”
“Can you call Cory?” He’s the safe bet. Marco will try to flirt and Lucas, well, he’s Lucas.
“Sure. Of course.” Jefferson puts the call on speaker.
Cory answers after two rings. “Jefferson.”
“Hey, alpha. I have Reagan on the line for you.”
“Reagan? Is she okay?”
“What happened?” Lucas demands, voice barely filtering through the line.
“She’s fine,” he says quickly. “She wanted me to call.” Jefferson gives me a look that readssay something before they alpha-rage and murder me.
“Hey, Cory.”
He lets out a hard breath. “Reagan. What’s going on?” The amount of concern he shows should scare me, but I kind of like that they’re worried about me, even if it is dumb.
“Nothing. Well, Jefferson came to pick up papers, but I’m not sure what you’d like me to do.”
“Oh. Right. Good call. Jefferson is as close to another alpha as we can get. He’s been with the pack since the guys and I were kids. You can always trust him and Amelie.”
“Okay. Free to roam then? No off-limit spaces I should be aware of?” I’m not about to be in trouble for letting Jefferson into a room he’s not supposed to be in.
“He’s free range.”
I nod. “Thanks. Sorry for bothering you.”
“You’re never bothering me. Remind me to give you my number when I get back.”
“Sounds good,” I say, smiling at Jefferson. “Maybe I should let you go before I get the beta in trouble.”
Cory chuckles. “Trust me, if it wasn’t you causing the delay, Jefferson would find another way to be late. It’s his M.O.”
“Hey. Amelie is the one who makes us late.”
“What about last week when she wasn’t with you.”
“Still her fault.”
“How? She had her own job. Don’t blame your mate for your shortcomings.” Cory sounds so serious.
Jefferson’s cheeks flame, and I gasp when I understand, slapping his arm in excitement.
“You dirty sluts.”
“Sluts? We’re mated,” Jefferson shouts.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it. You seriously get randy before you leave the house? Every time?”
He scowls at me. “You’ve never been mated. Talk to me once you find that special someone.”
“Reagan isn’t on the market,” Cory cuts in, saving me from an awkward explanation that I will NOT be mating.
“Is that so?” Jefferson gives me a side-eye. “Well, being mated is like taking your first breath after drowning. It’s painfully beautiful because while your mate might drive you wild, life will never be the same after that breath. Life hadn’t really begun until you learned to appreciate breathing.”
“Wow. How poetic of you.” I pat his arm. “I’ll let Amelie know how whipped you are.”
