“I heard you with Dylan,” she says carefully. “I was going to come talk to you, but he got here first.”
She couldn’t be more wrong.
“It’s not that,” I try. “Olive, it—”
“I wouldn’t like me either,” she continues quickly, “if I was a threat to the safety of those I care about.”
I try to speak, but she continues over me. “They could arrest you if I stay here, or worse. Which is why I have a proposition.”
I only have myself to be upset with, because she heard every word I said. I’ve made my dislike of the situation clear.
“You misunderstand,” I say. “It’s not aboutlikingyou. I said those things—”
“And I know you thinkEdenis amazing, and something I should be grateful for. But I don’tbelongthere, Brock,” she says, exasperated. “I can’t do it. I can’t be used by Alphas to—”
“What’s your proposition?” I growl, not wanting to hear more about what shethinkshappens there.
She startles at my tone and licks her lips, her little pink tongue darting out. I ignore the throbbing of my cock, too curious and incensed.
“Mexico.”