“Here.” Delilah passes me the bowl of thick buttercream and a spoon before leaning against the counter, looking at me. “Take a seat, then tell us what happened at a pace we can understand.”
I shovel a giant spoonful into my mouth. The vanilla sugary deliciousness exploding over my tongue reminds me of birthday cake. While it doesn’t make everything better, it actually does help.
“I’ll make another batch for the cupcakes.” Delilah gets out her scales and a fresh bowl. “That batch is all yours.”
I smile at her. “You’re the best.”
“Tell us about Calder.” Sabs hops up to sit on the kitchen counter, swinging her toned legs. “Anyone who made you this mad must be pretty significant.”
Delilah slaps Sabs’s hands away as she goes to dip her finger into my bowl of buttercream. “That’s for Kady! You already finished the banana bread.”
“But I’ve been at volleyball all morning,” Sabs groans, snatching up one of the unfrosted cupcakes as a compromise. Despite her night of partying, she never misses a day of practice. “A girl needs her sugar.”
Delilah rolls her eyes. “There’s still a slice of your favorite toffee cheesecake in the fridge from yesterday.”
“Yay!” Sabs throws herself at the fridge like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Every day,” Delilah chuckles. “But now that your stomach is happy, can we get back to Kady?”
“Sorry, Kady.” Sabs attacks the cheesecake with a fork. “I’m listening.”
“Calder is the newTheValley Voiceeditor,” I grumble. “And it’s his car parked outside.”
“It was nice that he let you borrow it,” Delilah says.
“Well, technically, he didn’t.”
Sabs splutters, almost choking on her truck-sized mouthful of dessert.
“Hold up.” Delilah keeps pouring the sugar while spinning to face me, causing it to continue sprinkling onto the countertop like falling snow. “You stole his car?”
“Who cares about the car?” Sabs wipes her mouth. “That editor job was as good as yours. I spoke to Leah last week, and she told me that she was recommending you. What happened?”
“Calder Soren happened.” I shovel in another spoonful. “He’s infuriating. The kind of alpha who’s had a charmed life and thinks he can buy anything he wants.”
“And how did his car end up in our driveway?” Delilah finally sets down the bag of sugar.
“When the news hit, he offered me a ride home, but he had an allergic reaction, so I told him I’d drive. Then I guess I just kept driving and might’ve sicced Margie on him.” I smirk. “The last time I saw him, he was staring into Margie’s Taser.”
Sabs cackles. “Karma’s a bitch.”
“Exactly.”
“You’re supposed to work together, right?” Delilah cocks a brow. “Shouldn’t you be trying to get along?”
“He’s a pompous ass! He’s impossible to get along with!” And how dare he have the right to wear shirts that show off all his muscles? “He walked into the office like he owned the place and expected me to roll over like a good little omega. Between him and the Blandon Pack, this may be the worst day ever.”
“If you’re at rock bottom, the only way is up!” Trust Sabs to look on the positive side. She glances at her phone then grimaces. “Faye messaged to say that Damon has been called in to work overtime because of the reporters. He recommends that you stay here until further notice.”
“Great.” I angrily chomp my way through the icing, knowing that I’m heading for a sugar coma and will crash soon. “So now I’m basically a prisoner in my own home too.”
My phone starts ringing. Delilah winces, seeing my father’s name on the screen. Of course, the universe is listening and wants to shit on me some more.
“How much worse can it get?” I mumble before answering.
Dad’s disapproving tone pierces my ears before I can even say hello. I imagine his forehead wrinkling with deep lines as he barks, “Do you realize what you’ve done? How could you gopublic about your pack without giving me any advance warning? PR is having an absolute field day!”
“In my defense, I thought the courtship was being announced solely inTheValley Voice.”
