Mitchel was in his office now, a rarity to find him squirreled away from the others, and though he was loath to admit it, Sinclair needed his help.
The Vampire Council had sent him a shipment of textbooks from Moore intended for his students, and they hadn’t arrived at his dorm address or his office. Mitchel would know where to look.
He knocked lightly. Mitchel glanced up with a friendly smile. It vanished when he saw who stood at the threshold.
Sinclair ignored a wave of disappointment that tightened his throat and sat heavy in his gut.
“Come in.” Mitchel set his pen down and rested his hands on the desk.
“Sorry to bother you.” Sinclair stepped forward cautiously. “I don’t know who else to ask.”
He frowned. “Ask what?”
“Where should I look for mail besides the obvious places?”
“You checked the mail room?”
“There’s a mail room?”
“So that’s a no.” Mitchel glared at him.
Sinclair took a breath.Stay polite.“Where is it?”
“What are you expecting?”
“None of your business,” he replied, maybe a little too quickly.
Mitchel narrowed his gaze. “I ask because large shipments are generally held in the mail room at the university post office. It’s on the other side of campus. Since your shipment isn’t here, I’m assuming you’re expecting something large. Do you have a car?”
That could be a problem. “Uh, no.”
“Right, I didn’t think so. Whatever this mystery package is—and you’re correct, it’s none of my business—can you carry it across campus by yourself?”
Heat crept across his cheeks. “I can’t. It’s textbooks, like sixty of them.”
Mitchel’s expression saidI-told-you-so. “Then you’ll need a ride.”
No way in hell was Sinclair going to ask this wolf for a ride. He racked his brain for another solution. Maybe one of his advisers would do him a favor? With that possibility in mind, he turned to go.
Mitchel stood and circled the desk. “Don’t be rude. I don’t have to help you.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“How are you going to get the books without a car?” Mitchel inched past him while Sinclair remained frozen in the doorway. One whiff of his enticing scent had his mouth watering.
Sinclair followed after him. “You aren’t the only person on campus with a car.”
“Indeed. Nevertheless, here’s me offering to take you. I’m expecting a package anyway.”
Great.A ride across campus with the annoyingly handsome werewolf who hated his guts. At least he had a nice view of Mitchel’s ass as he trotted along behind him.
They left the dorm and crossed the street. Mitchel slowed so Sinclair was forced to walk next to him as they made their way to the parking deck.
“It’s nothing fancy. Not like the car you showed up in.”
“You weren’t here when I arrived.”
“The others told me. A Mercedes, was it? And a chauffeur. Must be nice to have more money than you know what to do with.”
