Chapter 36 Erhan Offers danea Deal

Ethan

Agitation consumes me so quickly it steals my breath. Where could they have gone? I think manically. Paisley’s not allowed off the ward, and Jane wouldn’t ever risk taking her out of her doctor’s reach this soon after surgery – would she? Did somebody get to them? Have they been taken? Surely Jane wouldn’t have run off with Paisley… the idea is almost too terrible to bear, though she had pushed awfully hard to convince me to go home.

My wolf is in an uproar, clawing at the surface and begging to be let out so he can begin tracking my mate and pup. I’m on the verge of letting him, of tearing the hospital apart to find my she-wolves when the elevator dings and their scents hit me. Charging out of the room, I watch the silver doors open and see Jane wheeling Paisley out in a wheelchair, surprise coloring both of their faces when they realize I’m there. Of course the difference is that where Paisley’s face lights up, Jane’s falls.

All at once my terror wanes, though my frustration remains. They scared the hell out of me!

“Daddy!” Paisley cries, opening her arms to me. I scoop her up immediately, being as gentle as I can.

“Hello angel,” I press half a dozen kisses to her soft cheek. “Did you and Mommy go on an adventure?”

Jane pales when I call her Mommy, but Paisley simply nods and leans back to look me in the face, “we got ice scream!”

“So I see,” I chuckle, wiping a bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. “You look like you’re feeling better too.”

“Uh-huh!” She nods happily, “where were you?”

“I went home to take a shower so I wouldn’t smell like a big stinky foot when you woke up.” I tell her, earning a peel of delighted giggles in return.

Paisley cuddles close and breathes in my scent, “you smell good Daddy.” She confirms, then lowers her voice conspiratorially, “but Mommy smells better.”

“What?!” | cry, pretending to be offended, “How can you say such a thing?”

“It’s true!” Paisley insists.

“We’ll just see about that,” I grumble, reaching out and dragging Jane close.

my face in her neck. Purring with satisfaction, drop a sneaky kiss to her delectable throat before pulling away and

“One would think a wolf could figure that out

Paisley agrees,

in bed.”

She complains as I

stern. Despite her protests, the poor pup is sleeping again within minutes, and I take the opportunity to pull Jane into the hall, trying to keep my

she had an

security agents guarding the ward. They didn’t know you’d left. Someone

lay a hand on Paisley would have had to go through me first.” Jane announces, all fire and maternal

of her, I hate the idea of her being harmed just as much as I do Paisley. “What, and that’s somehow acceptable to you? That’s supposed to make me feel

as if she’s been burned. “You have to stop this,

saying that.” I

I mean it this time.” Jane states icily. “Now that the perfume launch has basically been tanked,

my brow, I prowl forward,

close. “Who said

publicly accused my company of fraud, Ethan.” Jane declares, as if I could have forgotten. “In my book, that’s a

smoothly. “Your contract didn’t have an out, Jane. The launch will be moving forward as

Jane visibly pales, “What?”

and touch her, but I reign in the impulse before it can take hold. “Our deal is

way out.” Jane asserts, looking unsure of

deal unbreakable. If you walk away now I’ll sue you for breach of contract, and Goddess knows how long a trial could drag out. You’d be stuck here in arbitration for

flash, and I suspect she wants to lash out at me. Instead she holds herself back, and I watch the gears working in her sharp mind, almost as

condition of her own. “If it’s going to move forward, I want someone else assigned to the account.

sound as though I regret the fact. “But I assured the board I would be handling

to me, Ethan.” Jane orders, stomping her little foot just like Paisley does when she doesn’t get her way. “I demand another board member take over as my main contact. I might not be able to

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