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But I’m still reeling from the shock of discovering I’m an Omega.
James makes it the most difficult, though. Beau is shy, but I can see the lust in his eyes when he thinks I’m not looking. Grey is patient and doesn’t push, even when the air around us is charged with arousal.
But James makes it known what he wants.
“I didn’t come in here for you to fuck me on the desk,” I deadpan.
As tempting as that is.
He sighs dramatically. “It was worth a try. I guess we wouldn’t want to stain the wood, anyway.”
He winks at me with his crazed grin, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
My eyes dart to the sketchbook, and my jaw drops. “That’s the pattern on the gazebo and tables,” I murmur.
Only this time, it’s much more intricate. The design is a detailed braid with deep shadows and twists, yet still delicate.
He nods, then closes the book. “Something like that.”
“Charlotte said there was a designer that worked on this house. Was it you?”
His smile fades, and he stares at me, drumming his fingers on the desk.
And there’s that fuckinglookagain, the expression that tells me there’s more than they’re letting on, that there’s an awful secret they can never tell me.
“I worked with the designer. It was a joint effort.”
“Where are they now?” I blurt.
I want to press the issue. I want to know why he looks just like Grey did when I asked about Renee.
“Gone.”
“What happened to them?”
The corner of his mouth quirks. “Truthfully? I don’t know. We have a theory, but we’re not sure.”
His eyes are no longer playful, and his expression is carefully guarded.
I’m never going to get answers.
He sighs and turns away from me, standing up out of his chair. “Why did you come in here, beautiful? What did you need?”
“I wanted to talk about Grey,” I say, changing the subject. “He’s being an asshole.”
“Oh. Well, that’s nothing new. Want me to beat him up for you?” His face is still solemn, but his tone is playful.
“No. I want you to tell me about Renee.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Renee, huh?”
“Yeah. Grey freaked out and said she wasn’t allowed here after she told me we were best friends.”
James swallows and crosses his arms.
“So, you know her,” I confirm.
He nods.
