I'm lactose intolerant.

Lenox pov

And it's official- I might be an idiot when I don't control my emotions. Not only did I say way too much, but I also blew my cover. More or less.

If this cat person is half as smart as I believe she is- she'll put two and two together. In no time, once the twatwaffle leaves, she'll bring up the bits about my brothers.

I didn't intend to tell her that all three of us are related; that was a detail I wanted to keep to myself and use as an advantage. Well, shit happens; I'll have to come up with a new plan.

The micro dick looks back and forth between me and the pussycat a few times, sends her what I assume is supposed to be a threatening glare, turns around and trudges to his car.

"Aye, dickwaffle!" I call out to him.

Honestly, I didn't think the moron would react, but he stops in his tracks and turns around. "Yes, Alpha?"

First of all, I have no idea how I can hold my face as straight as it is. The fact that he reacted to the insulting nickname and spoke up in that angry