My lips twitch. “You and your cryptic intuition.”
“So I’m right? You need me?”
I sigh. “Yes and no,” I mumble. “I could use a distraction right now, if you have one.”
“Hmm, let me see if I can think up something.” She taps her chin, her russet-brown eyes thoughtful. “Lexi ate half a dozen maple donuts for breakfast today. Emmett was impressed for reasons I don’t want to evaluate. Of course, Sloane made those reasons clear with his descriptive commentary…”
“I bet,” I say with a snort. I don’t know Lexi’s alphas all that well, but from what I’ve observed, Sloane is quite the character.
Actually, I suspect Noah might like him. They’re both…blunt. Only, in very different ways.
“Haven’t seen Silva much recently. Pretty sure she’s enjoying her new pack and the privileges that come with that. Briar has kept to herself, too. And Aries mentioned that you helped her vet some new alphas in town. Though, you obviously already know that. So, I’m not doing a good job, am I?”
My lips twitch. “Just hearing you talk helps,” I admit. “I miss you.”
“Just me?” she asks, brightening. “No one else?”
“You the most,” I tell her honestly. “But I really miss everyone and Widows Peak.”
“Then you should tell that sexy fiancé of yours to take you home,” she suggests.
“Did you just call Noah sexy?” I demand, feeling stupidly annoyed. “He’smine, Luna.”
Her dark eyes widen, her expression morphing from teasing to shock. “Are you seriously getting all proprietary on me right now?” She makes a show of looking her screen up and down. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”
Part of me wants to growl at her. “I’m not gettingproprietary.” Okay. That’s a lie. But I’m not going to back down now. “He’s my alpha, though. They all are.”
“Oh?” She arches a brow. “Does that mean you’ve claimed them?”
“Er, well, no,” I hedge, my lips twisting. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s been, like, a week?” I tell her.
“A little less,” she informs me. “But who’s counting?”
“Apparently you.”
“I do like details,” she says, nodding. “And speaking of details…” She gives me a knowing look. “Anything you want to share, best friend?”
“Seriously? You’re pulling that card right now?”
“Well, you’re clearly holding back on me. Is it because of rule number one?”
My eyes lift to the ceiling. “You’re going to get me in trouble, and I’m not even the one who told you about that rule.”
“No, my newestbestiedid that,” she murmurs. “Where is Noah, by the way?”
“In a pack meeting,” I mutter.
“A pack meeting?” she echoes. “Shouldn’t you be involved, then? Since they’reyouralphas?”
I bite my lip, not sure how to answer that.
But given the way she’s looking at me when I meet her gaze again, I don’t need to say anything.
She can read me like an open book. We might have our secrets—ones we’ll never share with each other—but we’ve always naturally understood one another.
