Page 47 of Speechless
“We can ask.”
Not even a minute later, Ocean’s blond Alpha—Cameron—strode into the room, aiming straight for Ocean. He leaned over the back of the couch and smiled down at her. “You rang, sweetheart?”
“I did.”
He kissed her lightly. “What do you need?”
“I might have accidentally told them about your hacker a while ago.”
Cameron laughed. “Well, I don’t know that Aiden would like being referred to asourhacker, but he’s not a secret.” He looked at the two ofus. “We met in college, have been friends ever since, and it’s always good to have a hacker in your back pocket. Why?”
“Trinity said she might need him, but she won’t tell us why.”
I smirked. “You’ll be on my side here, Cameron. I don’t want them near something until I know it’s safe. I’m sure you agree?”
“Absolutely.”
“So I’ll take the hacker’s info and tell all of you why later.”
He chuckled again. “I’ll write it down for you. He actually just moved here permanently. Said he got tired of all the gray skies in Albion.” Albion was a small island off the Europa coast, famous for its dreary weather. Cameron continued, “Don’t know why the sky matters when he spends all his time on a computer, but…”
“And you haven’t introduced me yet?” Ocean asked in mock horror. “Why not?”
“Aiden isn’t the most social person in the world. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a charming fucker, but still a bit of a lone wolf. We’ve been trying to get him over here, but we’ll have to go dig him out of his hole at some point. I’ll grab that for you, Trinity,” he said before kissing Ocean and leaving.
“Let me see this list,” Isolde said. “I want to see why it’s more comprehensive.”
“Not yet. I need the chocolate to kick in first.”
She pinned me with a look. “If you need to be high before working on this, is it a good idea?”
“You were drunk when you did yours.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I just don’t want to overthink it,” I said. “I’m already in my head about what I really want, and I want to be able to cut through that shit without fighting myself every step of the way.”
“Why are you in your head about it?” Ocean asked.
“Because…” I sighed and pulled the blanket up to my neck. “Because it’s a lot, and I don’t know if it’s too much. I don’t know if it’s normal.”
“And normal is what?” Isolde asked. “A setting on a washing machine? You both know everything on my list and don’t judge me. We’re not going to do that to you.”
“I know.”
I did know, but…
My throat began to tighten, and I fought through it. Not right now. Not about this.
They waited for me to find my words. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was cozy.
“Here you go.” Cameron came in with a name written down and a number and email attached.Aiden Fletcher.
“Thank you.”
This was a piece of paper I didn’t want to lose. I put it carefully into my wallet. Maybe he could help me with the mysterious flash drive, since I doubted I could learn enough hacking skills to open it.
Once Cameron disappeared again, they looked at me expectantly.
