My teeth grind together. I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to get under my skin and the smart thing would be to ignore it. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem easy.
Oakie bristles. [Excuse me? Tell this old man people are allowed to have a past.]
I press my lips together before answering. "I don't really care about the other girls. That's his past." I shrug lightly. "I'm his present."
For the first time since we sat down, Alpha Strout leans back in his chair.
"Are you certain?"
I smile.
"I already know about Vera." That earns me another long look. “I know what you wanted to happen too, so if that’s why you brought me here…” I shake my head. “I’m sorry to tell you that you’ve wasted your time.”
Nothing changes on his face, which somehow unsettles me more than if he’d gotten a
