Wyatt
“Hey, did you guys hear that the Vipers are reforming?” Ice asked before taking a long pull from his beer bottle. He swallowed the mouthful then added, “One of my informants mentioned it earlier when I went to shake him down for some info.”
“What?” Kit said, her eyes wide with alarm.
She frowned then turned to look at her mate.
Liam rolled his eyes. “Don’t look at me, babe. You know I’m not in contact with anyone from the gang anymore.”
“Flint?” Gray said, raising a brow. “You heard anything about that?”
“Nothing official,” Wyatt said. “But I have heard rumblings on the grapevine that a few of their members have been actively recruiting and reaching out to a lot of the old gang members.”
“Should I be offended that I didn’t get a call?” Liam quipped.
Wyatt chuckled. “You could always pretend to have turned to the dark side again. You know, take ‘em down from the inside a second time. They’d never see it coming.”
“Don’t give him ideas!” Kit glared at Wyatt before turning her reprimanding scowl on Liam. “Andyou, don’t even think about it.”
“I wasn’t,” Liam defended, holding his hands up in surrender.
But the expression on his face told Wyatt he’d been doing just that.
Wyatt grinned then mouthed the word ‘sorry’ when Liam glanced his way.
Amelia and Ray joined their little huddle, and Wyatt slid his arm over his mate’s shoulders and pulled her in close to his side.
“Hey babe, you having a good time?” he asked.
“We were,” she said, “Until we heard you guys talking shop and decided to come over here and tell you off. You do realize you’re at a party, right?”
“Be thankful he’s still here,” Ted joked. “A month ago, he would have already bailed by now.”
“Yeah, and if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met my mate, isn’t that right, babe?”
“Right, butIwould have got to kick two degenerates’ asses and that would have been really fun,” Amelia shot back.
Everyone laughed, including Wyatt.
“Are you sure you don’t want a job working for the FBI?” Kit asked.
When Amelia seemed to be considering the idea, Wyatt let out a groan.
“What?” she said, frowning up at him. “Youdo it.”
Kit winked at him and mouthed, ‘Sorry’.
“How did your parents’ visit go, Amelia?” Kit asked.
His mate heaved a sigh. “Terrible. They complained about everything—the hotel, the food, even the weather.”
“Too hot for them here,” Wyatt explained.
Amelia nodded. “They asked if we could come home to Antarctica next time, but I suggested we meet them halfway. I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.”
Ice frowned. “I thought South America would have been halfway, or central America.”
“Depends which way you go,” Wyatt said. “Planes might not be able to fly over Antarctica, but we can.” Wyatt gave his mate an indulgent smile. “Andyouare incorrigible. You’ll do anything but go home again, right?”
