Page 37 of The Bounty

“I heard you with Dylan,” she says carefully. “I was going to come talk to you, but he got here first.”

She couldn’t be more wrong.

“It’s not that,” I try. “Olive, it—”

“I wouldn’t like me either,” she continues quickly, “if I was a threat to the safety of those I care about.”

I try to speak, but she continues over me. “They could arrest you if I stay here, or worse. Which is why I have a proposition.”

I only have myself to be upset with, because she heard every word I said. I’ve made my dislike of the situation clear.

“You misunderstand,” I say. “It’s not aboutlikingyou. I said those things—”

“And I know you thinkEdenis amazing, and something I should be grateful for. But I don’tbelongthere, Brock,” she says, exasperated. “I can’t do it. I can’t be used by Alphas to—”

“What’s your proposition?” I growl, not wanting to hear more about what shethinkshappens there.

She startles at my tone and licks her lips, her little pink tongue darting out. I ignore the throbbing of my cock, too curious and incensed.

“Mexico.”