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Nothing.
“These muffins are pretty good, you know.” I take a bite and wash it down with the delicious coffee. “There’s plenty to share.”
He doesn’t spare me any attention.
Who knew having someone in the house would make me feel more alone than if I were in it by myself?
“Have any kids?”
He doesn’t respond.
“I guess a guy like you might not date, huh? Too focused on your job. I bet you work overtime. You’re probably a virgin.”
The slightest of scoffs. I beam at him and shove the rest of my muffin in my mouth. “No? So you have a mate?”
He’s back to ignoring me, but there’s a slight pinch between his brows. He’s probably pissed I managed to get a reaction out of him.
“You’re in for a fun day, Frank. It’s porcelain throne day.” I finish my coffee, leaving Frank alone for now as I sip and contemplate what to do with my life.
Maybe I can ask for my own house. Somewhere close to Amelie and Jefferson. I could still come and clean, but the distance might be good for all of us. Besides, that would give whoever Cornelius forces on them space to breathe. It’s hard enough being an omega, but worrying that I might try to steal her pack isn’t what she, whoever she might be, needs. I’m not that much of an asshole.
I set the dirty mug in the sink so I can clean it later and walk over to Frank in the hallway. “Ready to scrub some toilets?”
He looks over my head and ignores me.
“No wonder you’re single,” I jab, smirking when his lips twitch a little.
I’m wearing him down.
Perhaps this week won’t be so bad after all. I have a security guard to charm.
ChapterTwenty
LUCAS
I arrive home on Wednesday to the sound of laughter. Cory and Marco had to run to pick up stuff for the ball on Friday. I was tasked with coming home to make sure Reagan was okay. Cory’s been monitoring the cameras on his phone during our days but watching her on camera and seeing her in person are totally different.
Hearing her laughter wrap around another man’s heavy chuckle? That has my jaw ticking. I take a deep breath and follow the sound of Reagan and whoever the fuck she’s with. I don’t have the camera app on my phone, so I can’t check. I prepare to kick some ass, slowly rounding the corner into the kitchen with a scowl etched across my face. I pause when I see she’s sitting with Frank and hide behind the threshold.
“I told ya, Frank. It’s all in the timing.” Reagan’s lips are pressed together, the tip of her tongue peeking out while she stares at a stack of quarters on her upturned elbow. “Watch again.” With impressive speed, she brings her hand up and snatches the coins out of the air with a triumphant smile.
He’s so fucking distracted he hasn’t even noticed me. I watch him attempt the same thing but his quarters fling all over the floor, and Reagan cackles, shit-talking him while she picks them up.
“Frank.”
His spine stiffens, and he jumps up, whirling around with wide eyes. “Lucas. We were—”
“I see that. Is that what you were hired to do?”
“No,” he admits, clenching his teeth together.
“You didn’t notice me, did you?”
His shoulders hunch. “No.”
Reagan growls and slaps the stack of coins onto the table. “You don’t have to be such an asshole.”
“He’s not here to play.”
