Semua Bab Trapped Between Two Alphas: Bab 581 - Bab 590

She tried not to freeze up. “Other than being upset, I’m fine.”“Are you sure? You’re looking awfully pale these days.”“Not surprising. My summer tan has definitely faded,” she quipped.“Seems like you’re tired, too. All the time. Have you seen Dr. Rawson?”“Daddy, he’s a pediatrician.” But Brea still saw him for most things because he was local and he knew her so well, and she was sidestepping the question.“All right, then. Any other doctor you’ve been seeing?”Had he somehow figured out that she’d met with the obstetrician in Lafayette that the clinic had recommended? She’d tried so hard to be discreet.“I just neglected to take my vitamins for a few months, and you know how I get anemic. I’m back on them now.” All true…but it felt like a tremendous lie.“You’ve been in Lafayette a lot lately. Why?”“Just trips to the beauty supply…” She struggled for more of the truth. “And since Cutter is out in Cali, I stopped by his place yesterday to make sure everything was all right.”Not t

Cutter cursed softly under his breath. “How soon can you plan a wedding that doesn’t look slapped together?”“In Sunset? January sixth.”“That’s too long. Your pregnancy will likely be showing by then.”“Maybe not, with the right dress. But everything is booked up with the holidays. Out of curiosity, I called Norma Kay and asked if she could cater food for an event in December. She said she promised her family she’d do pre-Christmas parties, then take a vacation until the first of the year. Who else in Sunset can do the event except Violet? She just had a hip replacement yesterday in Baton Rouge.”“Brea, you’ll have to bend a little or run the risk of everyone finding out.”“If I bend a little, as you call it, people will guess that something’s off right away.”“What if we took a cruise out of New Orleans and got married in the Caribbean, told your father and the rest of the town we eloped because we didn’t want to wait? You’ve always said you wanted to sail to paradise. Everyone know

Brea felt her face turn bright red. He might as well have announced to everyone that they’d had sex.Clearly, Pierce wanted to know why she was marrying Cutter. He was determined to get answers today, never mind how much his presence would make her friends and neighbors chin-wag.Brea didn’t understand why he thought he had a right to demand anything after he’d been the one to break up with her, but if a few words would make him go away, then fine. Maybe she’d give him a piece of her mind, too.And…okay, some foolish part of her ached to spend a few minutes alone with him.“Rayleigh, can you finish up Mrs. Gale for me?” Thankfully, the salon owner’s last client of the day had cancelled.“Sure, honey. No one is in the break room, if y’all want to chat in there.”“We’ll only be a minute.”As she turned away, mortification rolled over her. Every eye in the place followed as she led Pierce down the shadowy hall and opened the door on the right. As Rayleigh said, it was empty. The radio in

When the back door began to swing shut behind him, Cage knocked it open so hard it crashed into the opposing wall, then slammed home with a teeth-rattling thud. “I’m talking to you, fucker.”“I’m not obligated to listen.”“For Brea’s sake, you should.”That made him pause and glance back over his shoulder. “Why?”“I don’t pretend to know everything that happened between you and that girl, but I can guess. The best thing you can do for her is to keep walking and let my brother handle things from here.”As long as he was breathing, Brea would never be Mrs. Bryant. “Why the fuck would you think that?”Cage gaped at him like he was an idiot, before he rolled his eyes into some smug-ass, superior glare. “Did you grow up in a small town?”“Nope.” He was from San Diego, and with a million fucking horrible memories there, he hoped never to set foot in the city again.“Then you don’t understand. That stunt you just pulled? The town will talk about nothing else for days, maybe weeks. That’s not

He clicked the green circle. Up popped the app to locate her phone. Bingo.Seconds later, the system prompted him for a password. Shit.He clicked until he found a list of her passwords. The one to find her device was dangphone1. With a grim twist of his lips, he typed it in.Within seconds, he had her location. An apartment building on the north end of Lafayette. Why the fuck was she wherever this was?One-Mile zeroed in until he had an address, then he cross-referenced that with her contacts.Cutter’s place. Why would she go to the Boy Scout’s apartment in the middle of the night? It wasn’t for a booty call since the son of a bitch wasn’t there.One-Mile jotted the address and was about to shut down the device when another icon caught his attention. Pictures. They were worth a thousand words, right? Maybe they would tell him something…She hadn’t snapped any images since Friday morning. The last few were of a client’s freshly auburned hair with a cascade of reddish curls down her ba