someone, somehow, is siphoning money out of the clan account. But it would take a pretty skilled hacker to find out who, and then clean them dry.”
He squinted his eyes at my female not in defense but because in less than five minutes she’d bested him. “What’s in it for me?”
“A home cooked meal,” she bargained. “Anything you want me to cook. Make it good.”
“Deal,” he slapped the tops of his knees and followed behind us into the house.
“Here’s the problem,” she pointed at a single figure repeated over and over on the computer but not in the books.
“Spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, salad, and lemon cake.”
“You got it big guy. Hawke, I don’t know where the grocery store is. Can you take me or point me in the right direction?”
“Of course,” we headed out towards the store and she made good time getting all of the ingredients for our hacker’s dinner. I took a silly sense of pride pushing the cart as she filled it. We got back, and Rev was hunched over the laptop, screens and logins popping up everywhere. He didn’t even register our presence. I helped chop up the lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers for the salad while she prepared the rest of the meal.
“Rev, can I get you something to drink?”
He nodded but didn’t give her the response I thought she should but Echo stopped my fury, holding my hand.
“He’s trying to save all of our asses. Give him a break. He’s in a zone.”
She fixed him a tall glass of lemonade and placed it next to hi m—he downed it in one gulp and slammed the glass on the table, never blinking.
I watched her make the cake , and she stuck her finger into the batter and tasted it, purposefully taking her time. She flickered her gaze up to mine and smiled the smile of a female who knew exactly the effect she had on me.
“Not nice, Coeur.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Mmmhmm m, we forgot to look at the van.”
She scoffed, “I’m going to have to start making lists. There are so many things to do. It feels good to do work for the good of the clan,” she scrubbed her neck, “especially without the collar. I can still feel it sometimes.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you before I did.”
“You got to me just in time, Alpha mine.”
I pulled her against me, so damned sexy wearing a pink apron. “You snuck that in on me today while Tarrow was here. That was a dirty trick.”
She kissed me quickly, “It just slipped out. It’s so natural to call you that.” We both clenched the other tight as a chill crept up both of our spines. So caught up in our new claim, we’d forgotten the clan mate in the room. She looked over to him and blushed, “I’m sorry, Rev.”
“I’m glad,” the gruff voiced male stated. “It’s about time this clan turned around.”
She nailed me with a shocked expression.
“Care to explain?”
“Things have been snowballing in this clan for some time. The best place to start over is with a newly mated Alpha pair—one where the male doesn’t treat his female like shit.”
I rushed him and he stood before me , unfazed by my aggression. We were equal in height but neither of us relented our ground even though he should’ve submitted.
“I mean no disrespect, Alpha. And dishonesty is the greatest form of disrespect for another person, especially the Alpha. But we all know your father didn’t treat your mother as the Coeur of the clan should’ve been treated.”
Pulling at the roots of my hair, I took a step back, acknowledging the validity of his statement.
“So much was hidden from me. But it seems you are the only one around here who will stand up and tell me the damned truth. You will tell me everything you know.”
“I’d love to. My family has been keeping journals for a hundred years.”
“The Scribes? I was told they weren’t necessary—they’d gone away—stopped keeping up.”
“That right there,” he put his hands on my shoulders as a father would
He squinted his eyes at my female not in defense but because in less than five minutes she’d bested him. “What’s in it for me?”
“A home cooked meal,” she bargained. “Anything you want me to cook. Make it good.”
“Deal,” he slapped the tops of his knees and followed behind us into the house.
“Here’s the problem,” she pointed at a single figure repeated over and over on the computer but not in the books.
“Spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, salad, and lemon cake.”
“You got it big guy. Hawke, I don’t know where the grocery store is. Can you take me or point me in the right direction?”
“Of course,” we headed out towards the store and she made good time getting all of the ingredients for our hacker’s dinner. I took a silly sense of pride pushing the cart as she filled it. We got back, and Rev was hunched over the laptop, screens and logins popping up everywhere. He didn’t even register our presence. I helped chop up the lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers for the salad while she prepared the rest of the meal.
“Rev, can I get you something to drink?”
He nodded but didn’t give her the response I thought she should but Echo stopped my fury, holding my hand.
“He’s trying to save all of our asses. Give him a break. He’s in a zone.”
She fixed him a tall glass of lemonade and placed it next to hi m—he downed it in one gulp and slammed the glass on the table, never blinking.
I watched her make the cake , and she stuck her finger into the batter and tasted it, purposefully taking her time. She flickered her gaze up to mine and smiled the smile of a female who knew exactly the effect she had on me.
“Not nice, Coeur.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Mmmhmm m, we forgot to look at the van.”
She scoffed, “I’m going to have to start making lists. There are so many things to do. It feels good to do work for the good of the clan,” she scrubbed her neck, “especially without the collar. I can still feel it sometimes.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you before I did.”
“You got to me just in time, Alpha mine.”
I pulled her against me, so damned sexy wearing a pink apron. “You snuck that in on me today while Tarrow was here. That was a dirty trick.”
She kissed me quickly, “It just slipped out. It’s so natural to call you that.” We both clenched the other tight as a chill crept up both of our spines. So caught up in our new claim, we’d forgotten the clan mate in the room. She looked over to him and blushed, “I’m sorry, Rev.”
“I’m glad,” the gruff voiced male stated. “It’s about time this clan turned around.”
She nailed me with a shocked expression.
“Care to explain?”
“Things have been snowballing in this clan for some time. The best place to start over is with a newly mated Alpha pair—one where the male doesn’t treat his female like shit.”
I rushed him and he stood before me , unfazed by my aggression. We were equal in height but neither of us relented our ground even though he should’ve submitted.
“I mean no disrespect, Alpha. And dishonesty is the greatest form of disrespect for another person, especially the Alpha. But we all know your father didn’t treat your mother as the Coeur of the clan should’ve been treated.”
Pulling at the roots of my hair, I took a step back, acknowledging the validity of his statement.
“So much was hidden from me. But it seems you are the only one around here who will stand up and tell me the damned truth. You will tell me everything you know.”
“I’d love to. My family has been keeping journals for a hundred years.”
“The Scribes? I was told they weren’t necessary—they’d gone away—stopped keeping up.”
“That right there,” he put his hands on my shoulders as a father would
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