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I throw on clothes haphazardly, not really thinking about what I’m doing.
Black underwear and a white T-shirt. The jeans I wore the day I drove out here.
I’m still buttoning the jeans as I remove the door stops from the bedroom door with my foot.
I barely remember to kick them under the bed.
God, if Secret saw them, she’d think I was crazy.
I don’t want her to worry about me. It’s my job to worry about her.
I open the door and step out into the living room as there’s another tap on the door.
Smoothing my hair down, I call out, “Just a minute!”
At least I have a good reason for answering the door after God knows how many knocks.
I was in the shower, so I didn’t hear it. I definitely wasn’t passed out cold after a bunch of crazy shit just happened to me that I couldn’t cope with. It’s one thing to be paranoid about being followed around. It’s another to actually be followed around.
I move over to the door and wince at the doorstops.
Four of them. Where am I supposed to hide them, exactly?
I take them out and look around, before I open one of the kitchen cupboards and toss them inside.
I’ll remember that’s where I put them later, for sure.
I unlock the door and turn the handle, pulling the door inward before I look out and realize Secret isn’t the one standing in my building’s hallway, and it’s not one of her mates, either.
It’s the receptionist from the worse P.I. agency in the city.
Damn it! Why didn’t I look out the peep hole? Why even have one if I’m not going to use it?
“I’m really sorry about earlier,” Echo starts, his sultry voice starting to melt my anger.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, wrapping one arm around myself and keeping the other firmly on the door handle, ready to close it.
“E.A. shouldn’t have threatened your daughter.”
I blink at him. “What is this, good detective, asshole detective?”
He smiles wryly. “It’s more like empathetic Omega versus sociopathic Alpha. I had no idea the interview was something else. I’m sorry he put you through that.”
“Yeah, well …” I murmur, the fire gone from my tone.
God, it’s impossible to be mad at this guy.
He has a such a low, husky drawl that I can barely think straight listening to him.
I don’t think it hurts that he kind of looks like The Crow with those eyes and those clothes.
Of course, he also seems like an honest, sincere Omega.
And his perfume … Dark and spicy and sweet all at once.
I could breathe him in all day.
“I’ll completely understand if you don’t want me to come in …” he starts, standing back a little. “But I’ve been asked to explain E.A.’s behavior and to give you this from him. I have no idea what it is, but I’m hoping it’s a ten-thousand-word apology, because that’s the least he owes you.”
