“What part?”
“Do you really have that much modification installed?”
“Yeah?”
“Who the fuckareyou?”
4
LENNON
Ileave the question hanging because I’m pretty sure he was speaking out loud and not really expecting an answer. Shit, I hope not. Without a doubt there’s certain things they need to know, but right now, there’s more they don’t.
Gabriel recovers quickly, but one thing I know about alphas is they store things away and have a habit of not being able to let things go. I’d put money on him pressing me for more details sooner rather than later, too.
“The other alpha I told you about, well, we’re using his place. He’s on the other line, letting me know he’s nearly where you are. Now, we’ve figured all that out, let me think about your car some more.” Gabriel’s voice drifts at the end and I can hear him typing away again. It doesn’t take long for him to come up with a solution that works. “I think your idea of us somehow getting another Jeep would be easier than destroying your undestroyable one. It will raise less questions too, being a normal Jeep that gets torched that is. That would have seriously cost you some money.”
His ideas and our conversation are racing all over the place, but it’s easy to keep up with. In a way, it matches the way I can think about twenty things at once.
“It did cost me a fortune,” I say. “Who’s the other alpha?”
“He could drive your car, I guess. I can ask Luke and his pack to do some looking around, wow, the carpark must be full of Jeeps. Hang on, let me patch a call to them.”
“No, wait! Who is the other alpha?”
Gabriel chuckles. “Lincoln MacGregor. Bet you never guessed that your night would end up with the famous Lincoln MacGregor driving your indestructible Jeep.”
He starts typing again, and our conversation gets put on hold. I drop my face into my hands. “Jesus, can this get any more awkward?” Of course, Gabriel seems to have supersonic hearing because he jumps right back into our conversation.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I confirm with a tired sigh.
“Anything I should know about?”
“Nope.” I pop the p sassily, and it stops his questions. He chuckles though, and I can’t help the smile that teases my lips. Seriously, this fucking night has been weird from the get-go, I shouldn’t be surprised by the latest developments.
“One moment please,” he mimics. “Hey, do you think I can know your name yet?”
“No chance,” I growl.
“Sheesh, woman, that’s harsh. All right, let me patch through to the others again and tell them we’re ready to go.”
Gabriel laughs again as he resumes talking to the others, leaving the line open so I can hear him updating everyone—everyone being Noah, Valak, and Lincoln. Although everyone does not include Pack Lombardo, they’ve closed the door on the rest of the clinic and our interaction it seems. While Gabriel organises, I get my head sorted out and try to get my game face back on. Lincoln MacGregor, seriously!Late Nights with Lincoln MacGregoris one of my guilty pleasures. Jesus, the man is so fucking hot.
He’s old enough for me not to look at him, hot enough for me not to give a flying fuck about how old he is.
And this is where things do get awkward again. Much like with Noah, I know a lot about Lincoln. While I haven’t divulged my name to anyone, it’s not going to take much for them to put Lennon and A Ra Wn, my agency, together.
Unsurprisingly, much like with Noah, my protracted negotiations with Lincoln have resulted in endless discussions, and a burgeoning friendship of sorts. He’s currently managed by Alpha Stars, which is the worst name for an agency I have ever heard, and his contract is in negotiation. Word around town is, he’s looking at his options. Truth be told, it’s not a word around the town, instead a confession from him that made me get even ballsier in my attempt at locking him to my agency. I’ve told him more than a few times: I think he’s getting shunted because of his age. After a few tense days, he eventually called me back and admitted he felt his team had taken the easy way out too, leaving him in the position of late-night television for too long.
Lincoln’s resume is full of community service and political correctness. He’s done a masterclass of staying away from drama. Occasionally at awards or presentation nights, he will show up with a date, but it always feels contrived and comes without salacious photos of grabby hands. The women he takes as dates are his age, dressed immaculately but not slutty. Which is such a fucking shame. The man is fire and deserves a strong, unrestrained woman on his arm, one that looks like she never wants to stop devouring every stunning inch of him.
He oozes sophistication, diplomacy and his silky deep melodic laugh has always been like a purr in my ear. And much like it took a while for him to admit he was getting shunted by his agency; it took me even longer to admit to myself how much this stunning silver fox alpha can calm my very genetics, despite us being separated by miles and miles. But today, it literally takes me seconds to acknowledge the wash of peace I feel after learning he is the fourth in my strange party, and even Ares looks at me as I relax more.
My phone echoes, like a loud click, and then Gabriel starts explaining. “Can everyone hear me?”
I watch out the side window as Valak’s mouth moves then Noah’s, and I hear both of them and watch as they turn to me for confirmation too. “Gabriel, what are you doing?” I ask.
