“Here we fucking go,” Oliver groaned, pushing himself to stand.
“Hey,” Lucas said, grabbing his elbow. Without warning, he yanked Oliver back down and placed a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. “For luck,” he said, before releasing his arm.
“We’re at work,” Oliver replied through gritted teeth. Lucas only grinned and raised the window.
Hefting the laptop bag over his shoulder, Oliver turned on his heel and strode towards the police station. If he was going to be the source of office gossip, he was damn well going to follow his grandma’s age old advice.Teeth and tits.Chest out, big smile, and walk.
“Well, then.” Nancy drawled, as he drew closer. The overly-bright tone of her voice quickly destroying his confidence. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, DC Reed?”
“Good morning, DC Purslow. DC Clarke,” he replied, giving the two of them a curt nod.
“Finally going to coordinate some victims for me, Ollie?”
He was going to come back with a comment about howsomeonehad to. Because Nancy couldn’t coordinate her way out of a paper bag. But the words died on his tongue when he saw the two betas staring at his mouth.
“Ollie… what’re those?” Harry said, taking a half step towards him.
Nancy just glanced up at him, then back at his fangs, then craned her head to watch the British Racing Green BMW exiting the car park. She gave a slow, painfully smug nod, and said, “So are you and the sarg?—”
“No.” Oliver cut her off.
“But you have fangs.”
“Also no.”
“I’ve met plenty of short alphas.”
“Stillno, Nance.”
Harry gasped. “Wait, does that mean you can?—”
Nancy laughed, “Don’t get your hopes up, treacle. Didn’t you see who just dropped him off?”
Harry’s mouth flopped open. “W-Wait, so are you and the sergeant?—”
“How’re the fish?” Oliver replied, holding out a hand to usher the betas towards the police station.
“Well, seeing as you’re so concerned,” Nancy began, “Betsy appears to be pregnant. I blame George, personally. And Kim got sucked into the water filter. Did you mean to turn it up to maximum power when you cleaned the tank?”
“Don’t look at me,” Oliver said, holding up his hands. “I left everything exactly as it was. I blame Martin. He’s always messing with the settings.”
“Mhm, classic deflection, DC Reed.”
He’d missed Nancy more than he’d realised. Her confidence, her dirty laugh, and her incredible knack for taking his mind off things. In fact, he’d missed walking into the dingy little police station every morning, even if the Child Protection Unit currently stank worse than a crack den.
“Fuck me,” Oliver said, covering his nose as he held open the door.
“S-Sorry,” Harry replied, ducking under Oliver’s arm. “You can blame me for that one. I ran some analytics on the vehicle software. Uncovered five cannabis and two Love Dust factories from the data.”
“Wow. Nice work,” Oliver nodded.
“Thanks,” he replied, noticeably blushing under Oliver’s praise. “It’s not the result we were looking for, but at least we’re building up a picture of the gang’s activities.”
“Exactly,” Oliver replied, patting him on the shoulder.
“There he is!” Martin called from the doorway. “Long time no see, dude!” Like the other betas, his eyes immediately dropped to Oliver’s mouth. “O-Oh,” he stuttered, “Oh, Ollie…that’s…er…new.”
Oliver cocked a brow as he looked over at the beta because now, he too, was blushing. Whilst an alpha’s fangs garnered a certain level of sex appeal—something about the biting and theclaiming—he had never expected to find himself on the receiving end of such a reaction.
