“Yup.” Maverick didn’t clarify. I didn’t ask him to.
I closed my eyes. “How much further?”
“About twenty minutes,” Mav said.
Twenty more minutes of sleep sounded glorious. I doubted my pounding heart would allow it after Harper’s news, but I could dream.
“Taking you off speaker,” I told her, lifting the phone back to my ear.
“Send me the address,” Harper said. “I can leave after I scrub your Alpha’s scent off my skin. The blood is everywhere. It’s bad, Bloom.”
My stomach dropped again, for a different reason. “I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is. Did you do the deed finally?”
“Perhaps.”
“Was it good? Should we celebrate?”
“Yeah. No point in skirting around it.”
Harper laughed once, then went quiet. “I’m glad you’ll have him when I’m gone.”
“Stop.”
“He’ll forgive you for lying about me. He’d do it for Rhone. That marshmallowy bastard might as well be his brother.”
I snorted. “We have to call him that from now on.”
“Deal. And I’m serious, Bloom. Apologize to him afterward. Explain everything. Grovel if you have to. You should be with him. He makes you stupidly happy.”
“I’m not talking about that.”
“We should.”
“I think I’m losing service.”
“Liar. See you at the estate.”
“Love you, Harper.”
“Love you too.” She hung up the phone, and I dropped it on the floor of the car.
“Who are you calling what?”
I mimed zipping my lips and throwing the key away.
The Alpha chuckled as I closed my eyes and tried to doze.
But failed.
I satup when Maverick pulled onto a dirt road. My gaze swept the landscape, following the luscious green trees on their ascent down toward a sprawling building that looked like a mix between a luxury hotel and a rustic cabin.
I rolled the nearest window down, and Maverick did the same to the rest of them.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with fresh air.
This was life.Reallife. Not just lattes and paperwork, but the world outside of them.
