I smirked as the door shut behind me. Then I tapped on my silver bracelet, ordering, “Call: Rune Mason.”
It vibrated against my wrist as he purred, “Hello, beautiful. Miss me already?”
My grin increased, but I focused on the matter at hand. “Hey, stud. This isn’t a booty call.”
The intimacy vanished from his tone. “Is something wrong?”
“Eh, not with me. But I do need you to come to the bar. I’ve got two drunks who are passed out that need a ride home.”
“You’ll need to clarify that a bit more. Why would I be taking them to their home?”
“It’s Cassander and Poppy.”
He didn’t respond.
I glanced at my bracelet, asking, “Did I lose you?”
He grunted. “No. I’m here.”
“Are you coming to get them?” I asked, my brows furrowing.
“Of course. Alaric and I are at God’s house right now, so I’m a little confused.”
My lips began twitching. “She snuck out of her own home?”
“Yep. Apparently, she’s not as lethargic as we thought.”
My boss had been right. “How long until you’re here?”
“About ten minutes.”
“All right. See you then.”
“Wait. Do you need a ride?” he asked casually.
I chuckled with soft humor. “Real smooth there, stud.”
His own snicker flittered into my ears. “The offer still stands, though.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’ll take it. See you in ten.”
“Bye, beautiful.” The call ended.
I had to collect myself so I wasn’t smiling like a fool before I entered the bar proper again. My co-workers would definitely wonder what the hell was going on if I skipped into the bar like a kid with her first lollipop. I cleared my throat, plastered a bored expression on my features, and went to claim my tips.
