Chapter 55

GINGER

I rolled into the house around three to Paige with her hands on her hips. "And where have you been?"

"Hi, Mom, nice to see you too," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"What happened to your arms?" She came closer. "And your pants?" I looked down to see that my linen pants were dirt-streaked and torn. Well, there went one leg-covering item.

"Nothing. Just another spill."

"You're not usually that clumsy."

"Maybe I'm getting old."

"Seriously, Gigi?"

I shrugged and turned to walk upstairs to change. Before I got too far, she said, "You smell like Alpha Tyce. That wouldn't happen to have anything to do with what happened, would it?" I stopped for a second, caught off guard. But I decided to just ignore her and continue on my way until I was safely in my room and able to close the door.

Fuck, I didn't think I'd be able to get away with wearing long sleeves too. I examined the scratches along my arms and wondered how long it would take them to fully heal. I groaned as I pulled a ma