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And if I never see her again after today, I need to know that she’s taking care of herself.
“Do you just not care what happens to you?” I snap, placing my mug back on her counter harder than necessary. “Aren’t you trying to find your friend? Or are you too wrapped up in feeling sorry for yourself?”
Pot, meet kettle, I think to myself, already cursing my choice of words.
Her mouth falls open, and her scent sours. Gone is the vanilla; it’s replaced with a tart lemon. It’s still fucking mouthwatering, though.
Her rage makes me hard, despite my own frustrations toward her.
“You know what? Fuck. You,” she says quietly, looking bewildered. “You practically laughed in my face yesterday when I asked for your help. And I don’t even know why you’re still here. Get out of my house, Detective. You know nothing about me. I’ll reach out to Landon myself for my car.”
Before I can reply, she’s exiting the open kitchen and turning down the hall.
Fuck.
I place my hand to my forehead, anticipating a migraine. Then I grab my phone and call Landon.
“Where are you, asshole?” I snap into the phone.
“Good morning to you too,” he says evenly. “Did you have a good evening?”
I hear the sound of a shower running and sigh. “Sure. How far out are you?”
“Well, given the fact that it’s seven in the morning and you never reached out to me before now, I would say more than a good two hours.”
I fucking hate him.
I can’t leave until he brings Skylar’s car back, since he’ll need a ride.
“You’re lucky I don’t just drive off without waiting for you. Hurry up,” I snap.
“You could. I suppose I could just stay with Skylar the whole day.”
A growl sounds in my throat before I can stop it, and I hear Landon chuckle.
“I knew it. You do like her,” he says.
“It’s not your business,” I snarl. “Stay out of my personal affairs.”
He sighs, and I hear the beep of a car key being placed into an ignition. “Fair enough. Is she at least resting?”
I scoff. “No. She’s going to work, apparently.” I pace through her kitchen, trying to walk off my nervous energy.
“What?” And for the first time, I hear Landon falter. “She can’t go to work. She can’t be on her feet for that long.”
“No shit, dumbass. But unless you want to tie her down, there’s not much we can do.” I pause at the mental image my suggestion entails.
She would look lovely restrained, handcuffs around her wrists…
Landon’s voice breaks my train of thought. “Try to convince her.”
“I did.”
“Did you? Or did you just yell at her?”
“She’s not a fucking hostage. I’m not going to negotiate with her,” I argue. “She’s the most stubborn Omega I’ve ever met.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line, except for the clicking of a turn signal. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he says. “Try to be nice, for once.”
