“I’ll move in tomorrow,” I said between kisses.
“You’d better.”
I kept kissing her until our dessert began to melt.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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TRINITY
Ismiled at the flowers on my bedside table. Well, it was a plant. More specifically,violets. And not like I’d ever seen before. They were fluffier and almost looked rose-like. They were stunning and had been delivered around lunchtime along with a serving of the violet ice cream from last night.
The dessert had been glorious.Betterthan glorious. Some of the best ice cream I’d ever had. Including the violet. Sweet and lightly floral, it was the kind of ice cream that could get you into trouble. Because it was easy to eat and then you’d eaten the whole container, and while that was a solid life choice, I couldn’t do that as a diabetic.
Well…
I couldn’t do itmuch.
Everything in moderation, even moderation. My doctors and I were aligned on this. If you followed every single rule, life sucked. So I took care of myself in order to make sure an occasional lack of moderation was an option.
This morning, after doing Theo’s training, I used the treadmill in the gym for the first time. It had a nice view of the coast.
There was too much ice cream for me today, which was why the rest of it was in the freezer for another time.
After we finished those desserts—with Aiden feeding me every bite—we left. When I said I wanted to get down and dirty and have some pizza, he asked me where the best pizza in Clarity was. Which was how we ended up on the beach, shoes off, his jacket around my shoulders, and some of the best pizza ever.
Aiden kissed me in front of the front door before he left, like a real first date, promising that he’d be moving in today. I couldn’t wait for that.
Everyone was having a normal Sunday, except for Aiden. He was supposed to be moving in—and I assumed the others were helping when they could—but I didn’t do that kind of labor. I would supervise and watch, but I was not a box-carrying girl. Plus, I doubted any of the five Alphas in this pack would let me carry a box.
I grinned.
Still, spending so much time with them this week and coming home early meant I was behind. I was trying to catch up a little. Tomorrow was a holiday, thank fuck. I was grateful the girls agreed to move our brunch waffle excursion so I could hold my life together with both hands.
I needed to ask Aiden about the flash drive. It slipped my mind on our date. There hadn’t been any other concerning signs since the break-in at my apartment, and every day that went by without something happening convinced me it was a coincidence.
But if what Tracy found was true, and these corporations were dumping pollutants in the water while smiling to the cameras and claiming to be environmentally friendly, the sooner I figured everything out, the better.
I dialed the number I’d found. It was the weekend, so I didn’t expect someone to pick up. A voicemail would be just fine.
A real person answered. “Coastal Reef Alliance, how may I direct your call?”
“Oh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to be there.”
She laughed. “We’re not usually here on weekends, but you know how it is.”
“I do.”
“How can I help you?”
“My name is Trinity Crawford, and I’m calling from Clarity Magazine. I’m interested in doing a piece on the progress of the coral reef project. Is there someone I could speak to about it?”
“Oh, that would be Melanie,” she said. “She’s on a call right now, but I know that she’ll absolutely want to talk to you. Do you have time next week?”
“Absolutely.”
We set the call before hanging up. Perfect. Interviewing Melanie about the project's success would be helpful. Was the pollution affecting the success of the coral reefs? The information on that flash drive might have already threatened some large corporations. If that was combined with a marked, measurable negative impact on the environment?
