"Wait until she updates her will, please."
"You know what? Let's not talk about my mom. She's clearly losing it in her old age." I look out the window, rubbing at my cheeks, hoping my blush would fade. "Tell me what's new with you. What have you been up to?"
He stares at the road. "Working."
"Daddy George mentioned you own a security company."
He nods. "Started it with one of my friends."
"He also told me you enlisted after graduation, but he didn't give me many details."
"Good to see you're still as nosy as you were back when we were kids."
I shrug. "Well, it seems like the three of you know what I've been up to for the most part. It's only fair that you tell me what you've been up to."
"I joined the army and did two tours before retiring and starting the security company with Fritz. That's about it."
I look at the faint scars peeking out from where he has his sleeves rolled up and sigh. I hate the idea that he had been hurt. I also hate thathe was even in the army to begin with. Would he have still enlisted if I had been around? He never could say no to me.
But I had left, and maybe I was being selfish, but I'm glad I didn't know about it until after he retired.
"Why didn't you follow my instructions from yesterday, baby girl?"
"What instructions?" I ask, frowning.
"I told you not to use your scent blockers again. Why didn't you listen?" he asks, one brow raised.
"I was in a rush this morning and completely forgot," I admit, giving him a sheepish smile.
"I should put you over my knee for not listening," he says, and I giggle. "What's so funny?"
"Why did I know you'd want to spank me for not listening?" I tease, sounding more flirty than I meant to.
Oops.
He winks at me.Winks at me!Before returning his gaze to the road. "You're going to be a good girl when we get to the cabin and hand them over."
"Why?"
"My alpha needs to scent you."
I stare at him with my mouth open. "But, why?"
I sound like an idiot.
"He needs to know if you belong to him."
Is it getting warm in here?
"Your alpha? Not you?"
He looks over, and the only way I can describe his gaze is hungry. "Baby girl, I knew you belonged to me since we were in second grade and you punched that fifth grader for making me cry."
I squirm in my seat. It's a good fucking thing I'm wearing the scent blockers and scent-blocking panties. I just perfumed, and this car would be engulfed with my scent without them.
Zayne Frost wants me!
"We will discuss it more at the cabin," he murmurs, squeezing my hand.
