Her brows rose. “Then, my dear boy, you will need to beg.”
Chapter 32
Avery
“We need to go after her!” I paced the kitchen, desperate to dash out the door, but the others kept stopping me.
“Avery,” Logan said firmly, “she needs space. She’s furious and hurting, and she’s ignoring our calls. Let her have a second to breathe.”
I was torn. On one hand, giving Clover time to calm down would probably be beneficial, but I was worried that if she spent too long stewing over how big an ass our pack mate had been, she might decide she was done with us for good.
“Maybe she’s secretly fine and waiting for us to storm after her?” I asked hopefully.
Logan grimaced. “She’s pissed. I can feel it as strongly as I can my own emotions, now that I know to sort through what’s mine versus hers.”
“Ugh, fine! Why the hell is Parker so against Clover?” I asked, exasperated as I continued my pacing. Parker had left, too, but I wasn’t delusional enough to think it was to go after her. He’d be off licking his wounds after we refused to hear him out. He wanted what was best for us, but sometimes his actions made that really hard to believe.
“I don’t fucking know.” Hunter sighed and leaned on the counter, letting his face rest in his hands.
“Do you really believe for one second that Clover’s a gold digger?”
Hunter snorted. “Fuck, no. She just understands what she’s worth.”
“Even if she were, she wouldn’t have to dig. I’d give her my whole account without her asking.” Logan smiled, sad and wistful. “If anything, she’s undervaluing herself.”
“Can wepleasego after her?” I looked desperately between my pack mates. “We all know I’m terrible at waiting.”
“She probably went back to her place. She won’t be ready to see us if she’s ignoring our calls,” Logan reasoned.
Shaking my head, I ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t want her sitting around and feeling worse about the situation. She needs to understand that none of us agree with what Parker did.”
“I think we made it pretty clear we weren’t thrilled with his actions,” Hunter said.
“It’s already been like twenty minutes,” I said petulantly.
“Man, do you remember the last time you got pissy with Parker? How long did it take you to forgive him?” Hunter pointed out. “Clover probably needs twice that with how he behaved.”
“That was different. He thought the holographic car I wanted to buy was stupid!”
“You were trying to spend ten times the median household income on a car—just because it was shiny. You could’ve gotten any of our vehicles a holographic wrap for a few grand.”
“It would’ve been worth every penny. But”—I held up my hands in surrender—“I get your point.”
Logan sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, I hate how much she’s hurting.”
“How long should we give Clover to calm down? Won’t do us any good if we can’t have a reasonable conversation,” Hunter said.
I wasn’t usually jealous of anyone in my pack, but I was feeling a little twinge of it knowing Clover was bonded to Logan and not me.
It was only a matter of time, though. One could only resist my charms for so long. She’d forgive us eventually. She had to.
I wandered over to the fridge, opened it, and inspected our million varieties of soda. Frustrated, I closed the door without grabbing anything and turned to my pack mates. “Fuck it. I’m going to go see our girl. You guys can come with me or not, but I can’t wait.”
I didn’t give them a chance to respond before I was striding out the door.
“If she knees you in the nuts because she’s still angry, that’s your own fault.” Hunter sighed as they followed me to the garage, where we piled into the car.
“We could’ve walked. She lives in our neighborhood,” Logan pointed out.
