I was fully planning to refuse Adrienne.
But then the image came back. Angela's hand on Josh's arm. The easy way she'd leaned into him. The closed patio door. The scent of another wolf all over her.
An odd feeling washed over me that I couldn't name. It wasn't anger exactly. Wasn't jealousy — or rather, it was, but I couldn't admit that directly, so it sat in my chest presenting itself as something else. A kind of pressure.
I pursed my lips. And replied to Adrienne with a single word.
Sure.
Marco made a sound I'd never heard from him before.
Not a growl. Not approval. Something like the noise a wolf made when it watched its Alpha walk directly into a trap it had already identified and pointed out twice.
I chose to ignore him.
Angela's POV
Back at my apartment, I was in the middle
