“Every course is just so beautiful,” Grace commented.
“It really is,” Brennan agreed.
Grace’s phone rang, and she frowned at it. “I’ve been getting weird calls. I haven’t answered them, but I think it’s the Bureau of Investigation. Ugh, I wish they’d just leave me alone.”
Brennan frowned. “I got a call from the Bureau of Investigation, too. Do you think it has to do with the professor? He’s okay, isn’t he?”
“The professor won’t answer me, but from what Creed and I could find out, he’s okay.” Grace’s brow furrowed.
“At least he’s all right.” I squeezed her hand.
“Yeah. I’m glad it’s okay. That call is probably just the same old same old,” Wes said. “The Bureau wants whatever was in the vault. Did we ever learn what she stole?”
“No.” Brennan shook his head.
Riley gave us a sly look. “Want me to find out?”
“No thank you.” Brennan shook his head. “But I appreciate what you and Wes did to help with my mother.”
Their virus had incapacitated the company system and would take some time for them to come back from it.
“I haven’t heard from her or my brothers at all today. I think they’re finally going to leave me alone. Caroline, too. All I want is to be left alone with my pack,” Brennan said.
“The next course is wagyu sashimi on a bed of mashed potatoes.” The server brought on the next course, as the sommelier poured the wine.
“To our pack and our new life and everything getting back to normal.” Wes raised his glass.
“To us.” Brennan raised his glass, as did we all.
Yes, it would be nice to finally settle back into a routine. I was also happy that all the drama we’d had was wrapping up. Just like I was relieved that I was getting justice for Elaris–and I had my father back.
“Oh, these mashed potatoes.” Grace made a happy noise as she took another bite.
That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
Grace’s phone rang. “It’s Hale.”
“Take it,” I urged, knowing she was worried about the professor.
“Hale? Is he okay?” she asked.
I pulled her to me, and Wes took her hand.
“Me? Why would Pippa blame me? Never mind. Everything’s always going to be my fault, isn’t it?” She sighed. “What… they what? Do you know who or why?”
All of our attention focused on her. What was going on?
“Okay. Maybe that’s why the Bureau of Investigation has been calling. Thank you for telling me. I appreciate it.” Grace ended the call and looked up at us, her peach scent taking on the burnt sugar tang of fear.
“What happened?” Brennan demanded.
“The professor was held up because someone was looking for me. Who would look for me?” Her hands shook. “Now Pippa hates me more than she already does. First, I wrecked her family, and now I put her omega in danger.”
“Hey, I’ve got you.” Wes squeezed her.
“It’s okay, Grace. You’re safe. I’ll call in some favors and figure out who it is,” Jett assured. “Honestly, it’s probably someone looking for Rosalind and thinking you might know where she is. Especially if she ran off with the treasure or whatever.”
“That makes sense, given the professor has been telling people about you,” I added.
