“Same difference.” Stef smoothed down the wrinkles of her short skirt as the door swung open.
“It is not.” I growled at her, turning to Trenton. “And why do you have a key?”
“You’re both under my protection unless you find a mate. I need to be able to check on you.” Trenton carried a brown bag over to the small dinette table like he owned the place.
I hated Alphas.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
“Stef doesn’t want her assignment so she’s trying to force me to trade,” I rushed out, beating her to the punch as she jumped to her feet.
“What’s the assignment?”
Stef’s heels dug into the plush carpet as she marched over and handed him the paper. “She’s perfect for this.”
Trenton read it over and glanced up at me. “You don’t want to go to the children’s hospital and visit sick kids?”
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