That was going to change as soon as we left the club.
His dramatic sigh said he realized that. “Fine. I’ll be better.”
He’d better because I had no desire to lose a friend just because he had an unhealthy relationship with something that might kill him. “Yes, you will.”
Silas was still a bit behind in the scheme of things. “His medical charts?”
It was my turn to roll my eyes as Shelby just looked at Silas with a confused expression on his face. The hypocrisy was too much for me, though. “Tell me you wouldn’t do that to Austin if you could get away with it.”
“That’s not the same thing.” Silas damned near growled out the words. “He’s mine and you haven’t even met Shelby in person until today. He doesn’t know your name and now I don’t know if I can say your name.”
He worried too much.
“I know a lot about Not-Henry.” Thankfully, my overcaffeinated friend didn’t seem bothered by Silas’s outbreak…probably because he’d dated people who were more unstable. “He likes cheesecake and his favorite color is blue but he likes lots of shades of blue and he likes making me eat healthy things and he’s bossy and keeps me from spending money I shouldn’t and he tried helping me date, but that didn’t work out, so we ended up here but that was because I was kind of pushy.”
Yeah, he wasn’t wrong about that…it didn’t seem to be helping Silas, though.
Maybe he didn’t understand that Shelby needed me?
Chapter 3
Shelby
The big, frowning alpha was confused but I wasn’t sure why.
Did the stalking thing confuse him?
Did he know what Not-Henry did for fun…and possibly for a living?
“You were pushy, but you make a lot of terrible decisions, so it wasn’t a surprise.” Not-Henry mumbled something about thinking he had more time, but I was slightly distracted by the frowning giant who might be trying to protect me.
Maybe?
He also seemed to be trying to find an excuse to throttle Not-Henry, so I inched closer to my hacker and put myself between them. I was hoping the biker-looking alpha wouldn’t want to hit an omega.
Hmm.
“I’m a sub and an omega, so you can’t hit me unless I give you permission. Red. No hitting. And it’s bad karma at the very least.” I was doing great because I hadn’t gotten upset and the scary-looking alpha took a step back from Not-Henry. “Thank you for making good decisions.”
I kept the giant in sight as I turned my head toward Not-Henry. “Does he get a reward for that?”
“No.” Not-Henry shrugged. “Not from me. I’m not stalking him or dating him.”
That was good to know.
Not-Henry was still feeling helpful because he looked over at the giggling receptionist. “Tell Austin that Silas is behaving himself.”
Austin?
Why did I know that name?
Austin.
Silas.
Oh.
“Were you going to tell me you know famous people?” I wasn’t ready for famous. I hadn’t dressed up enough for that. “I wore the jeans that you think I look nice in. I didn’t wear fancy clothes.”
