“Nova?” I hear him and smile when I see him push himself out from under his pretty red car. He gets to his feet and grabs his rag, wiping off his hands. He looks so sexy right now. He’s in his work coveralls, but the front is open and his abs are showing.Fuck me.
“You got a little drool there,” Tucker whispers, poking at the corner of my mouth.
I swat him away and glare at him. He grins down at me, laughing softly.
“Hey, baby. I didn’t know you were going to...” His eyes drop to where Tucker’s and my hands are still holding onto one another. Shit.
Pulling my hand back, I laugh. “So, funny story.”
“Is the funny story how I’m going to kill this fucker?” Will growls, low and dangerous. To anyone else, it’s scary how deadly he looks. But to me? Hello wet spot.
“Before you do that, you should know he is a cop. It won’t end well.”
Will’s brows furrow. “What the fuck are you doing holding a cop’s fucking hand, Nova?” Will looks back to Tucker, who is very quiet. He is not off to a good start, but I think I’m partly to blame for that one.Oops. “Wait, I know you. You're that guy who came in a few weeks ago. Had an appointment then magically your car fixed itself.” He cocks a brow.
“About that,” Tucker laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “It never needed fixing in the first place.”
“Then why make an appointment?” Will’s eyes widen. “Wait. You said he was a cop?” Will asks me, then looks back to Tucker. “Were you trying to get some information on me?” he asks Will, taking a few steps towards him, and fuck, I think he just might kill Tucker.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I step between them, holding up my hands. “It’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what it’s like, Nova,” Will demands. “Before I lose my fucking shit.”
“Will, meet Tucker. Yes, he’s the cop who pulled me in to ask questions about you guys. No, I didn’t tell him anything. Yes,he has his suspicions, but I’ve kept my mouth shut. No, he no longer wants to lock you all up. Yes, I’m sure.”
“And why the fuck would he just decide to stop investigating us?” Will asks. “You were investigating us, weren’t you?”
“I mean, technically yes. I’ve been working on the case for a few months, and have a very strong belief that you and your brothers are the Mall Bandits.”
“Not helping,” I hiss through gritted teeth. This man really wants to get us killed.
“But it’s okay. I’m letting the case die,” Tucker rushes out. “No one will know.”
“Again. Why the fuck would you just stop?” Will growls. “This is a set up, isn’t it? Fucking hell, Nova. I love you, baby, but you need to be smarter about this shit.”
“Hey.” I glare at him, putting my hands on my hips. “I am smart. Really fucking smart. I should kick you in the balls for calling me stupid, asshole.”
He lets out a harsh breath. “I’m not calling you stupid, baby. But you brought a fucking cop here who’s trying to put us in jail.”
“Was,” Tucker pipes up. “Iwastrying to put you in jail. Not anymore.”
“Dude. Stop. Talking.” I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
“Nova,” Will’s growl of my name is a warning before he snaps.
“The reason Tucker isn’t going to turn anyone in, is because it would hurt him just as much as it would hurt me.”
“How the fuck would that hurt him?”
Smiling, I step to the side and wave my hands in front of Tucker. “Tada! May I introduce to you, Nick’sotherscent match.” I wiggle my fingers for extra effect.
Will blinks at Tucker before turning to me. “Want to say that the fuck again?"
I sigh, rolling my eyes. “When Tucker brought me in for questioning, he smelled one of your scents on me. Then it clicked for him that one of you is his Alpha, he just didn’t know who. That's why he came into the shop. To smell you.”
Will looks to Tucker again. The poor Omega looks like he’s seconds from puking.
