Chapter Thirty-Two
Cujo
"Did she answer yet?” I ask, arms folded over my chest, glaring at Gy.
“Why are you asking me? Just check for yourself. I added you to the text.” He waves a wrench at me. Sitting in the Hellbent garage with work piling up, I should be focused on painting a custom bike, but I can only think about honeysuckle and slick.
Not even bothering to wipe the grease from my hands, I grab my phone. The fuck?
Gy
We’ve been foolish and would like to make it up to you. Will you let us take you on a date tonight?
Honeybee
With both of you?
Well, at least she responded. She hasn’t answered me since last night.
Gy
Yes. Unless that’s not what you want. It’s your choice.
“What do you mean she gets to decide? I’m definitely coming, fuckface. We agreed to work together.” I glare at the older Alpha in front of me.
“We are working together. That’s why I’m letting you tag along. Unless she says no. Willow’s the boss.”
I growl at his words, but they ring true.
When did a tiny little omega become my ruler? My phone dings again, and I hold my breath.
Honeybee
Okay. I’m done at the shelter around seven.
Me
We’ll be waiting.
Honeybee
In the shadows?
Gy
At the door. Don’t be a brat unless you want to get punished.
Honeybee
Promises. Promises.
Well, well. This is going to be a fun night.