“Now why would you go and ruin it?” I asked, glaring at Hunter. “Let Logan have his fantasy until he meets our soulmate.”
“One of us needs to be realistic.” Parker shrugged.
“She doesn’t have a pack, just a baby,” Logan explained. “I didn’t get the full story, but it sounds like she’s not with whoever fathered the kiddo.”
Interesting. But not interesting enough to distract me from my angel. Once I’d tracked her down, Logan would forget all about the single mama.
“I haven’t had enough sleep for this conversation,” Parker announced as he sauntered past us and out of the kitchen. “You guys keep your obsessions to yourself, and we’ll find a realistic partner when the time is right.”
“There’s a difference between being realistic and being a stick in the mud!” I shouted at his retreating form. I’d bet my life that my angel wasexactlythe type of omega Parker needed. If anyone could pull the stick out of his ass, she could.
Chapter 6
Clover
That fucker.
I cradled my Manolos to my chest.Someonehad broken the heel, and it sure as fuck wasn’t me. I treated those babies like gold, because that was how much they fucking cost.
Marching my way across the backyard and into the main house, I went on the hunt for Meadow’s practical jokester alpha. Arlo was going to rue the fucking day he hurt my shoes.
“Arlo!” I yelled through the empty halls, knowing I wasn’t risking waking Forest, because he and Meadow were at a Mommy and Me yoga thing.
“He’s not here,” a voice called back, and Phin poked his head out of the kitchen. He was the chillest and sweetest of Meadow’s alphas, and made absolutely killer food when he had time. “What did he do this time?”
I held my mangled shoe aloft.
Phin winced. “Oh. That was from last night. He put on his own theatrical production for Forest, and Meadow doesn’t wear heels. I’m going to assume that happened when he fell on his ass after tripping on Beckett.”
“Why did he need heels to do a theatrical production for a baby? Forest doesn’t care about footwear.”
Phin shrugged and offered me a sympathetic smile. “What can I say? Arlo commits to the bit. How much were they?”
“Sixteen hundred dollars.”
“For a pair ofshoes? Are they plated in gold?”
“I don’t question the price of style. Only Arlo’s good sense.”
“I’ll add the replacement cost to your account,” Phin promised. “Plus a little extra for the emotional distress of having the grossly overpriced heels damaged by our chaos goblin, maybe enough for a second pair because he’ll probably end up doing this again at some point.”
I laughed at that. “Thank you, but I’m still going to commit crimes on your pack mate. Where is he?”
“Some restaurant. He went for dinner with a friend. Do those crimes need to be committed tonight? I can go get the address for you.”
“Please do.” I trotted after Phin. “Is a glitter bomb too far? I’m leaning toward no, but I also don’t have a lot of perspective when my shoes have been murdered.”
Phin only shrugged. “It would serve him right. He tried to do the same thing at a friend’s new house and only didn’t succeed because he got frisked by their security. I’m all for glittery revenge, as long as he doesn’t get any on the baby. Meadow would hate that.”
“I’ll text you a warning so you can meet him outside with a hose after?” I offered.
“Sounds like a plan.”
My phone pinged with the information for the restaurant. “You’re the best.”
I blew him a loud kiss, taking the information and my poor shoes back to the guesthouse. A quick check online assured me that if I left now I would be able to catch the nearest joke shop before it closed.
Luckily, my car baby was back, and with tires more suited to the LA heat. Once I had a hot pink glitter bomb in my possession, I navigated the crowded roads to the address Phin had given me.
