“Assholes don’t get cake,” Matthew mutters.
I slowly turn to look at the man who has chosen to speak. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
Jesse is standing behind Matthew, who is seated at his desk, and boy, do they both glower at me. Their anger is quite apparent, and I’m left standing here feeling rather awed by it. I approve of their anger.
“You know, Gabriel, when you suggested making friends with those two… creatures, I disapproved… but I’ve changed my mind,” I decide.
“Because they’re mad at you?” Gabriel asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Because they’re sticking up for you. Now drop the shit, you both owe me your lives. Where’s my cake?”
“In the freezer,” Matthew says, caving automatically. “I thought we’d have it this afternoon.”
I look over at Jesse, who cocks his head at Matthew. “We promised we’d at least hold out for a bit.”
“I know… I know, but look at him. He really wants his cake, and he saved your life and… I mean… I’m still mad at him, but he did save your life.”
Jesse is now in a stare-down with me. He’s weighing the fact that I saved his life against me leaving Gabriel. He’s holding out and I approve. Gabriel must always come first.
“I approve,” I say, making him look slightly confused.
“How is Lacey doing?” Gabriel asks Jesse, since she’d lost her boyfriend.
“She’s… a bit of a wreck, but I think she’s also very relieved that Whitaker is gone. She wants to thank you, Liam. I told her the best way to thank you would be to not contact you because you hate humans.”
“You areverycorrect,” I tell him.
Gabriel says, “I feel so bad for her, but yes, it’s a relief to know the person who terrorized you or hurt someone you love can never hurt another again. And tell her that if she wants to see Liam, I’ll make him go.”
“Nope,” I say, planning to head to my desk to sweep some mines, but before I get anywhere, Michaels stops me. “Paige, a word.”
“One word. Lunchtime.”
“No. One word, get in my office.”
“That was way more than?—”
The look Gabriel is giving me tells me to get my ass in his office, so off I go.
“You have that man whipped,” Jesse comments.
“As he should be,” Gabriel says as he follows me into Michaels’ office.
Michaels sits behind his desk and waves toward a chair. “Sit.”
“I’d prefer a fast escape.”
“Sit.”
I grudgingly sit while Gabriel sits in the other chair.
“I take it this means you’re not quitting.”
“At the moment.”
Michaels stares at me. “You’re lucky I didn’t file your resignation. I could have filled your spot and gotten you out of here so I wouldn’t have to deal with your messes.”
“I would have if I were you,” I say.
