When we made it back to the motel, Evans was already there, sitting on Stephen's bed.
"How's it going, Evans?" I said stiffly while putting the snacks and beer on the table,
"It's been good, Leon."
Yeah. I bet.
"And yourself?" He asked.
"Can't complain."
Stephen shifted uneasily beside Evans, feeling the tension in the room.
I knew we needed Evans here, but that didn't mean I was going to be happy about it.
I tossed a beer to Griff, who was leaning against the bedpost.
"Thanks, Alpha!" He said, and I saw Evans react to my title when he heard that.
"Where's Fayne?" I asked.
"Right here, Alpha," he said, coming out of the restroom.
"Good. Are you ready?"
He gave a quick nod, then dried his hands on his pants.
Griff tossed him the keys to the truck, which he caught w
