Once it’s locked, I put my keys down on the top of the table.
I take off my running sneakers and stuff them into the coat cupboard by the door.
Then, I pick up the mail.
Falcon appears in the hallway while I’m leafing through it.
“Oh, it’s you.” He doesn’t sound impressed.
“Yeah, it’s me. The Alpha Alliance doesn’t have a key to our place.”
“Funny,” he says sourly, rolling his eyes.
I don’t see anything of interest in the mail, so I put it down on the table.
Falcon’s still standing by the bedroom door scowling at nothing and no one in particular.
His hair is wet so I’m guessing he attempted to exorcise out his rage-monster at the gym.
He’s already had to pay for repairs to one of their punching bags this week.
Clearly, burning out his anger with violence doesn’t work.
“Don’t tell me … They still haven’t contacted you?”
He turns his scowl on me. “It’s been weeks, Shayne. Weeks! There’s no reason for this bullshit! If she doesn’t want to see me, all they’d have to do is tell me.”
I have to admit, the angrier he gets about it, the more I want to know about this girl.
At first it was sweet. He wanted to make sure some girl he helped rescue was doing well.
It made sense. He’s always been a caring kind of guy, under a pretty hefty layer of gruffness.
If he’d seen her already, and he was still acting this way I might be more concerned.
But I know he’s like this because he hasn’t been able to put his mind at rest.
“Why don’t you just go out there and ring the bell, or whatever?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“You don’t just ring the bell to Goldcrest Omega Academy,” he growls. “Don’t you know anything? That place has armed guards. You don’t get in unless they know you’re coming.”
“Then call them and ask to visit her.”
He looks at me like I just grew horns. “Do you have any idea what’s going on right now, Shayne? The Omega Academies are in the middle of a massive change. There’s no way in hell they’re letting random guys visit the people they have in their new hospital wing.”
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait for the Alpha Alliance to facilitate it then.”
He growls again. “I’m sick to death of waiting.”
“I can see that.” I push the bathroom door open and grab a towel off the rack.
If I’m going to go check the laptop, I should give myself a quick wipe down first.
So much for simple plans.
I pass Falcon to get to the living room, where our shared laptop is sitting on the coffee table.
Wiping the sweat off my face makes me feel a little more human.
