The Alpha's Baby(52)

"Cut the crap." Mary Lou growled. "Sebastian and I have been trying to reach you all night."

"Sebastian?" Emmy tensed. "Where is he?"

"He's on my couch as we speak," Mary Lou said. "He's been calling you nonstop, but he gave up and asked me to try instead."

The knife in Emmy's heart twisted. Sebastian was sitting on Mary Lou's couch. No, a werewolf was sitting on Mary Lou's couch. And the woman didn't even know it! Holy shit. She hoped that Sebastian wasn't dangerous, but if he was, her best friend was in serious trouble.

"I want you to walk out of your apartment." She was shaking. "Leave and find a hotel room."

"Okay, are you going loony?" Mary Lou asked. "Why would I do that?"

"Sebastian could be dangerous." Her hand trembled on the phone.

"Oh, puh-leaze." Mary Lou snorted. "That man isn't dangerous. And do you know what he's been up to all night? He's been having a nervous breakdown, worrying about you. When he went into your apartment and saw that messed up note you left him, his eyes actually looked a little red. Of course it could have been my imagination, but I swore I saw it."

Her heart rate increased. Had he really been that worried? Maybe that meant he cared about her after all. No, wait, she shouldn't allow herself to seek comfort in Sebastian. She still didn't know whether he could be trusted. Going back to him might mean that she was putting her baby in harm's way.

"Listen to me." Her nostrils flared. "Have I ever lied to you when it was really important?"

"Well, you once told me that Margie Flanders had hair extensions, but she was actually wearing a wig," Mary Lou said.

She was hysterical. "If you don't listen to me right now, then I'm going to sneak into your apartment while you're sleeping and cut up all of your thongs."

"No." Mary Lou sounded scandalized.

"I'll even destroy the pink one with the lacy bow," she said. "I know it's your favorite."

"Not the pink one." Mary Lou groaned.

"Yes." And if the situation hadn't been so dire, she would have been repulsed she even knew that Mary Lou had a thong with a lacy bow.

"This shit just got real." Mary Lou gasped. "You better not be playing with me."

"I'm not." She shook her head. "I don't know if Sebastian is dangerous or not, but don't take any chances. Just get out of your apartment as fast as you can."

"But where are you?" Mary Lou asked. "Are you safe?"

She looked around her tiny room. "I think so. I'm at my parents' house. As far as I know, Sebastian has no idea where that is."

"You're at your parents' house?" Mary Lou snorted. "I remember that place. It's about as well protected as a dog house."

"Oh, great." Now she was even more worried.

"Sorry. I just freaked you out, huh?" Mary Lou sighed. "Well, do you want me to leave now?"

"No, go tomorrow," she said sarcastically. "Or better yet, wait till next week."

"Shut your trap, sassy pants," Mary Lou said. "I'm out of here."

"Good." She sighed. "Call me tomorrow morning?"

"Damn straight," Mary Lou said. "And tomorrow will you tell me what's got you so freaked out?"

Emmy froze. No way was she even mentioning the word werewolf. Still, by tomorrow she could have a story invented that was much more believable than the truth.

"I'll tell you," she lied.

"You'd better." Mary Lou sniffed. "If you don't, I can do a little apartment demolition of my own."

"I definitely regret giving you the key to my apartment." She rolled her eyes.

"Don't even try to take it back either," Mary Lou said. "One of the men I've, ahem, spent intimate time with is rather good at copying keys."

"I hate you," she muttered.

"Sure you do," Mary Lou said. "Now I should go or else I really will be here until next week."

"Drive safe." She knew the woman couldn't see six inches in front of her face.

"Don't I always?" Mary Lou asked.

Emmy didn't say anything.

"Some best friend you are." The woman sighed. "Bye."

"Bye."

After Mary Lou ended the call, Emmy flopped onto the bed. As she stared at the ceiling, she sighed, feeling even more restless than before. Still, at least now she knew that Mary Lou would be safe. Now the only person she had to worry about was her baby.

And she was definitely worried.





Chapter Eight




Emmy must have fallen asleep because she awoke to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Groaning, she rolled onto her side and glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock in the morning, yet she felt like it was the middle of the night. Despite that, she doubted she would be able to fall asleep again. She was too riled up. Plus, she had to admit that she was starving. The smell of bacon always stirred her appetite.