Demien's POV
I hissed the third time Greta's phone rang off. She was never the type to not pick up the call at the first ring.
I had been busy all day and couldn't call. I didn't want to text her because I wanted to hear her voice.
I smiled when the thought of her being busy with Derek or Dylan crossed my mind. I thought of that for a second before I called Dylan's number.
“Hey man,” Dylan said sleepily.
“Is Greta with you?” I asked without preamble.
“No. I think she is with Derek. I heard him saying something about giving her a massage,” Dylan said and I smiled.
“No one could have thought that Derek would become this close to Greta with the way he behaved around her before the mate thing happened,” I said.
“It is quite unbelievable,” Dylan chuckled.
“I will call him then. She
