I can’t topple all our plans for one woman. No matter who or what she is.
“Alex?” My friend gives me a concerned look. “I know you’re not telling me something.”
I don’t look at him. “If I’m not telling you something, assume it’s for the best. Don’t worry about it. The pack comes first. I know that.”
He studies me, clearly trying to figure out what it is that I’m hiding from him. Finally, he gives up, sighing, “All right, then. Keep your secrets. I’m off to grab some lunch.”
As he heads to the door, I suddenly say, “Can I ask you something?”
Patrick has his wallet in his hand as he glances at me. “Shoot.”
“Do I have the personality of a rock?”
My friend stares at me as if I’ve suddenly grown a second head. “What?”
I look at him expectantly, and he narrows his eyes. “I don’t know. Is
