Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Fuck, that’s awesome. Congratulations!” Linc says, his voice breaking up.
Definitely a shitty connection.
“I smell the baby, Linc. I smell him.”
“Fucking awesome, bro. Thrilled for you guys.”
“Thanks,” he says, joy oozing from him.
I’m worried and I’m not hiding it very well.
His eyes land on me again and his face changes. He realizes something might be off. And that’s huge, because he walked around before as if things were always on the verge of going bad. And I love that it’s no longer his default emotion.
“Something up?” Jared asks.
“Blakely called and left me a voicemail. News on your old man isn’t good.”
Jared waits, jaw tightening. I move closer.
“He’s in a maximum-security prison in Alaska. His file is so classified even Blakely can’t get his hands on it, but he was able to visit and says there’s nothing there, man. Your father has been catatonic for years. I’m really fuckin’ sorry.”
Jared lets out a long exhale, looking off into space.
I snuggle into him. He wraps his arm around me, putting the tongs down and giving me a full hug.
Linc keeps talking. “Man, hate to ask right now on the heels of this news, but is there any chance you can come up here?”
“Where?” Jared asks.
“I’m in Alaska, too. I’m on a job.”
Jared’s eyes flit to me.
I nod, showing him I don’t mind.
“Calendar is clear for the next month,” Jared says.
We had been planning to do more exploration here and along the Oregon coast. He has no other jobs booked until after that. Our gallivanting can wait if Linc needs help.
Linc is talking but static makes it impossible to understand what he’s saying.
“Say again, Linc. Static.”
“I thought you might wanna come up here and investigate what might’ve gone down with your dad, but also, I could use your help.”
“On the job?”
“Yeah. I’ve identified her. My mate,” Linc says.
“That’s awesome!” I exclaim.
“It would be,” Linc agrees, “except for the fact that the alpha that hired me to do this job wanted me to track his fated mate who’s hiding from him.”
“So, you need me to take over and find her so you’ve got time with your woman?” Jared asks.
“It’s a fuck of a lot more complicated than that,” Linc replies. “I found the girl he’s sayin’ is his. But she’s can’t be his.”
More static.
“Linc?” I call when it clears.
Linc growls, “She can’t be his, because she’s mine.”
The End