“Who’s Grady Harris?” Emma asked, glancing around.
Shaari’s features turned serious. “The new Alpha for the Vegas Pack. He’s known to be very close friends with Alpha Rockhill and Rahound.”
“Wait, Rahound? As in Caleb or his uncle?” Jordan asked.
Barbara’s blue eyes turned troubled. “The uncle.”
“Oh, hell.”
“I’ll just decline the invitation.” She shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”
Shaari sat down on a chair, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder. “The big deal is that if he’s anything like I’ve heard, he won’t take no for an answer. He’s got his sights on you and it could mean trouble.”
Emma folded her legs under her on the recliner. “Send him a message saying no thanks. Or are you going to go just because he wants you to?”
“Hell no!” Nic’s sharp reply brought up all eyebrows.
