“I agree with my mate that you owe us an explanation and an apology.” I was hoping to take some of the heat off Rawling.
“Stay out of this,” Professor Shaw hissed at me. He turned his attention to Rawling. “You’re a liar just like your brother and your adoptive mother. She promised me…” His fur receded, and his eyes no longer held his beast. It was as though he’d suddenly realized what he was doing.
“Class dismissed.” And he left the room.
THIRTY-TWO
JACK
“It’s my turn.”
Rawling gave me a “what the fuck?” look. “Have you been spending time with Atticus?”
“No.” I made a face. “Why would you say that?”
“You broke things off with Knox, and now you’re charging in here without knocking. And why is the door unlocked, and where’s the security guard?”
“He’s there, and no, sorry to disappoint you but I’ve not spoken to Atticus.”
“Ewww, why would you think I was disappointed? I hated you and him together.” He held up a hand. “And you said spoken to, not been with.” His eyes widened, and he gasped.
“I’m well aware how you felt about us together.” I sighed. “Sex was the best I ever had, but I’m not twisting my words. And no, I’ve not had sex with him.”
Phelan walked in holding Eira, and I smooched her cheek.
“Please do not speak about Atticus’s you-know-what in front of our daughter.”
“Oh, are you telling me I can’t describe his?—”
“Jack!” both Eira’s parents yelled.
I held up my hands in surrender. “I wasn’t going to say it.”
“Right.”
“I assume I am her godmother, right?”
When Rawling was losing blood after the birth and Phelan was about to fight Atticus, Phelan told me if he and Rawling died, I was Eira’s guardian.
“If you want to be. We haven’t made anything official.” Phelan wiped Eira’s nose.
“Why did you come here?” Rawling asked. “And what turn are you talking about?”
“Are you offering to babysit, because Rawling and I want to recreate our—” Phelan was cut off by a glare from his mate.
I put my hands over my ears. “I can’t hear you, and if I could, I’d say why subject me to that when I’m not allowed to mention Atticus’s appendage?”
“Interesting choice of words,” Rawling grumbled. “Now, whydidyou come here?”
“I want to shift with you. You’re my closest friend, you’re like a brother to me, and I’m closer to you than that ass whose… ummm, body part I can’t mention. I need to come up with a word… how about ‘member’?” I giggled.
“Gods, no.” Rawling buried his face in a cushion.
“I’m just teasing. My days and nights of sleeping with Atticus are done and dusted.” I strode toward the door. “Are you coming or not?”
“Go,” Phelan said.
“This is exciting.” Rawling trailed after me, and we began to run along the corridor, down the stairs, out the front door, and we charged toward the woods.
