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“Here you go, Luna.”
My eyes pop open as Prescott offers me my latte. I know it’ll be perfectly sweet and just the way I like it, but I wonder what he flavored it with today. Last week it was caramel.
I take a sip, eyes widening. “Is that cinnamon roll flavored?”
“It is. You love it, don’t you?” Dimples pop in his cheeks, his sky blue eyes meeting mine. “I know you only allow yourself a sweet treat once a week, so I got some dessert flavors.”
I shake my head. I really don’t deserve him. “You’re a god among men, Pres. Thank you.”
He flushes, ducking his head, and it’s the most adorable thing ever.
Knock it off, Luna.
“Do you need me to fill you in on the new client?” he asks after clearing his throat.
I take another sip of the amazingly delicious latte, but before I can answer, my phone starts ringing.
Prescott gets to it before I can, frowning when he turns to show me who’s calling—Syrus, the town sheriff.
I snatch the phone from his hand and answer the call. “What’s up, Syrus?”
“Would you care to explain why I have three bikers trying to gain access to my town?”
“Bikers?” I frown, glancing up at Prescott, who shrugs. “I have no idea.”
“They say they have an appointment with you.”
“Alphas?”
I can almost hear him shrug.“How am I supposed to know that, Luna? You require your out-of-town clients to use scent blockers when they meet with you. But they’re big fucking guys, so probably. And one of them is wearing a VP patch.”
Shooting Prescott a glare, I click on the appointment on the calendar. “Did you catch the name of their MC? And their names?”
“Sinner’s Pride is the MC. The bikers are Ward Collins, Haru Yamada, and Mackenzie Miller.”
I sigh, finding that’s exactly who I’m supposed to be meeting with.
“Mierda!“ I shake my head, pinning Prescott with another glare. “That’s them. Send them through, Syrus. If I’d knownthey were bikers, I would’ve warned you. Prescott set up the appointment.”
“Sure, throw me under the bus,” he mutters, and I have to bite back a grin.
He’s getting way too damn comfortable with me.
“Get them out of town as soon as you can, Luna. I don’t trust them. Bikers bring trouble.”
“I hear you, Syrus. I haven’t even had a chance to read up on the case. I’ll do what I can, but I can’t send them away just because they might be alphas.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to remind me what a bleeding heart you are when it comes to omegas who need saving.”He sighs.“I’m going to send one of my guys over to monitor the office while they’re here. Call me after your appointment. I know you can’t tell me about the case, but I want to be kept up to date on their comings and goings.”
“Yes, sir. I’d never want to keep you in the dark about the goings-on of Widows Peak.” Sarcasm laces my words.
Although, there isn’t much that slips past Syrus. He’s a damn good sheriff, and according to Silva, a damn good mate.
He also helped us take out Gideon a few months back, so he’s a stand up guy in my books.
“Bite me.”He laughs.“I’m going to have a chat with them before sending them up. That should give you enough time to read up on why they’re here.”
“Thanks, Syrus. You’re a doll,” I tell him drolly, disconnecting the call, and turning my attention to Prescott. “Bikers, Pres? Really?”
