“So? She knows how to get back to her own office,” Declan was confused.
“She was naked.”
Zoa giggled.
“You want to call her?” Zoa offered, gesturing toward the treehouse. “Because if you want to call her, you know, and let her know what your plans are, you’re free to use one of our phones.”
“No,” Christopher sighed.
“Brother, I love you, but go back to your mate,” Declan said.
“I didn’t say she was my mate.”
“We literally all know she’s your mate. Go to her. Go do what you need to do. Go fly to her, comfort her, and look after her.”
“She’s waiting for you,” Zoa said softly. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”
Zoa had come to work with their office as an accountant after Declan had saved her from a snake-shifter. She’d been kidnapped, and she’d been hurt, and Declan had rescued her. He hadn’t even thought twice about it. It was just the kind of guy that Declan was. When his mate was in need, he was ready to save her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christopher said. There was no special way that Allison looked at him.
Was there?
Oh, they’d had stolen glances, sure, but didn’t everyone have those?
They’d had moments where they were crazy about each other, and moments where he felt like his heart was going to explode if he didn’t hurry over and hug her. He liked her. A lot. Was that proof that she was supposed to be his mate?
Oh, he didn’t know about that.
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Christopher said.
“And there’s a lot you won’t admit,” Zoa said.
Declan looked from Christopher to Zoa and then back again. He seemed amused by the entire situation. Declan had been there for Christopher his entire life, and Christopher trusted him totally. He trust
ed Zoa, too. He didn’t like to admit it, but she was totally, completely trustworthy.
Besides, if she was Declan’s mate, she couldn’t be half bad.
“Just go to her,” Zoa encouraged him, gently pushing him. “She’ll be waiting for you, Christopher. She’ll be right where you left her.”
Chapter 8
Allison wasn’t about to wait around.
What the hell was Christopher’s problem? Was he serious? She couldn’t believe that he’d bailed on her. He’d straight-up ditched her, flying out of the office and into the wilderness. She knew exactly where he was going, too. He was heading straight for Declan’s little hideaway.
Well, wasn’t that just great?
Now she was naked, alone, and wet. What was worse was that she was in Christopher’s office. If she left now, McKenzie would definitely see her, and rumors would spread like wildfire. James liked to gossip, which meant he’d definitely hear about her hanging out naked in Christopher’s office, and so would everyone else, too.
Allison had worked hard to make a name for herself at the office. She wanted everyone to know that she was dependable and worthy. She wanted them to know that she was good at what she did. Allison didn’t need the reputation of being the kind of girl who lurked around in Christopher’s office in the nude.
She walked over to his desk and sat down in his big, cozy chair. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she reached for the phone on his desk. Her own phone was soaked, completely destroyed by the sprinklers. She definitely should have invested in a waterproof case of some sort.
But she hadn’t.
That was just another thing for her to regret. When this was all over, and things went back to normal, she’d get a new phone, and she’d get a waterproof case. For now, though, she had to get something to wear.