Instead of waiting for a response, Levi turned on his heel and stomped from the room, pushing past a stunned Blood Valley Alpha.
"Bad time?"
"Not for me," I snickered.
"Fucker," Zade snarled. "Yeah, Rafe, it kinda is." He started for the door. "I better go after him."
Rafael waited until the door clicked closed and turned to me. "Wasn't here to talk to him anyway." He dragged the straight-back chair to the side of the bed. "What was that all about?"
I shrugged my good shoulder. "Zade wasn't amused by me suggesting that I should request custody of Harley so we can get married." I glanced back to the door and couldn't hold back a grin. I know, I can really be an ass. "It seems that Levi was even less amused by Zade saying no."
"Ah." Rafael shook his head. "Clint saw that coming."
"Didn't really take a crystal ball."
"Nope." Rafael pulled his notepad out and stretched his legs in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. "Where is Harley?"
"The doctor treating him has an office in this hospital, so Trevor convinced him to go to his memory recovery appointment."
Rafael nodded. "Is he making any progress?"
Did he really think I was going to sell Harley out? Or did he think I was too stupid to see what he was trying to do? I raised a brow. "Don't you think you should be askinghimthat?"
