Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Rocco said.
“And?”
“Would you like to go to the Poison Bar?” Rocco asked.
Rose frowned. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Yes.”
This time she lowered the flowers, focusing her attention on him. “What is going on?”
“I want us to go out, get a drink, talk.”
“What happened to neither of us telling anyone that we’re, you know, mates?” she asked.
Rocco gripped the back of his neck, and his face scrunched up. “Yeah, I, ugh, I don’t know what to say about that.”
This time Rose was amazed and couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, so, we both come to the realization that we’re mates and our wolves want to connect, and that means we’re mated. You freak out and tell me in no uncertain terms will you ever settle down with one woman, or one wolf, that I am not enough for you, that you are embarrassed to even be mated to me because I’m a little reclusive for you. To make matters worse, you come to me with all the crap that is going on with this Milton doctor and his little experiment, to clean up your mess, and now you want to go on a date, and your only answer is you don’t know what you’re doing or what to say about it?” Rose was truly amazed.
“Okay, now that you say it like that, it sounds really bad.”
“I say it exactly how it sounds. Wow, you don’t see it, do you?”
“I do see it, and yes, it sounds bad, and there is no way I’m getting away from it, and I totally get that. I’ve not been the best … person in all of this, and I am truly sorry.”
She shook her head and then slammed the door in his face. Only, she took several steps, intent on never going back to that door, but her wolf didn’t like the way this was going. Spinning around, she walked back to the door, opened it, and glared at him.
“Pick me up tomorrow at seven, and don’t think for a second this is me forgiving you for everything you have done. I will not be doing that.” And she slammed the door back in his face.
“I’ll be here.”
Rose heard him mumble the words through the door, and she looked down at the wildflowers in her hands.
It was strange, because she knew how much hard work Chantel put into her bouquets and elaborate displays, but she loved these flowers. They were so beautiful. She leaned down, and they had a soft floral scent and smelled mainly of the forest, but also of Rocco. His wasn’t a smell she wanted to get used to.
This was so wrong. She knew she shouldn’t go on a date with him because he’d been a total asshole to her. He should be the last person she spent time with, but he was also the only person she wanted to spend time with.
“When did my life get so messed up?” It was in these moments that she missed her parents. They would have known exactly what to do.
Chapter Five
“You’ve changed your outfit five times,” Enzo said. “That must mean you’re going on a date.”
“I’ve asked you to leave my room, and you keep insisting on staying.” Alpha had drawn up a schedule that would keep round-the-clock supervision on Graham. They were also having to constantly search the perimeter, and Alpha was doing all he could to reach out to other packs in the hope of someone telling them they’re getting these people.
Rocco had a horrible feeling that something was luring them to the Poison Wolves MC pack. When that other doctor visited a short while ago, they hadn’t encountered any of Milton’s experiments. Not then, nor since. Only their pack seemed to be drawing them in, and he didn’t like it. Did it mean a witch had cast a spell? Someone within their pack had been associated with Milton by some kind of tracking ability.
He asked Graham, but that guy knew less than Elizabeth, which wasn’t good.
It would seem Milton had become a lone wolf. He’d gone out on his own and done a great deal of work that hadn’t been on paperwork. They shouldn’t have killed him, because now they had more questions than when he’d been alive. He wanted to scream but instead looked in the mirror.
The five outfit changes had all been the same, but a pair of pants had been a little too tight. One of his shirts had a stain, or looked slightly grey, which he didn’t like. He didn’t even know if Rose was going to be ready for this date. He’d been tempted to cancel it so many times.
“What can I say? Your room has a certain ambiance for my knitting,” Enzo said.
Rocco frowned. He had an entire set of drawers filled with sweaters, socks, and even tank tops that Enzo had knitted for him. Now, the club brother had never seen him in any of them, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wear them. He did, when it was too fucking cold and he was freezing his balls off. The brother was one hell of a knitter, and Rocco loved the stuff he made for him.