When the fear began to dissipate, he brushed his nose over the back of my neck. "That's better."
"Sorry," I mumbled, staring down at the blanket and wishing for the millionth time that I wasn't so fucked up. It wasn't like I could really expect Scott to put up with my issues indefinitely.
"Of course you can."
"Huh?" I jerked my head up.
"Expect me to stick around," he clarified, leaving me wondering if I'd spoken out loud. "I'm not leaving you. I told you that." Scott pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. "You're stuck with me."
The fear was slowly being replaced by a warm internal glow and my body just sort of melted against his chest, as I inhaled the scent of his skin.
"Anyway," Scott switched back to the previous topic as if we'd never left it, "I think it makes more sense to go back to the area where you were living with Zade."
"Aren't we running from them?"
Scott laughed. "No. We just needed a little head start and now we've got it."
"Why do you think we should go back there?"
"Well," Scott said thoughtfully. "The Oh! Club is a chain and dating sites usually use an algorithm to help match members with people close by. So there's a good chance that we were actually at the wrong club the other night. The people that we're looking for might be at a different location. One closer to where your profile says you live."
I tilted my head back and stared into his eyes.
"What?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "With all those professionals working on this case, how is it that none of them came to that conclusion?"
Scott shrugged self-consciously. "Just lucky, I guess."
"I don't think so," I disagreed, leaning forward to plant my lips hard on his. "Scary smart is a little more like it." Suddenly eager to be on the road, I grabbed my pants from where I had tossed them on the floor earlier and yanked them on over the sticky jock. "Well, let's go, Alpha. We're burning moonlight!"
When Scott didn't respond, I turned to find him watching me with an odd expression. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, really," he said swiftly. "But that's the second time you've called meAlpha. How come?"
Was it? Although, I could swear I remembered him referring to himself that way the day I'd snuck in to use his laptop and ended up sitting on his face.
"That's right, baby. Let your Alpha in."
A shiver ran through me as I recalled the pleasure that had followed his words.
I shrugged. "Dunno. Is Big Daddy better?"
Scott snorted out a laugh and shook his head, reaching for his own discarded jeans.
"Gods, no. Let's hit the road."
