“Why are you in such a rush to get home?” Gareth’s Beta asked him from the driver’s seat of his car. “As soon as you adjourned the pack meeting, you leaped to your feet and demanded that I take you home. Usually, you want to stick around to chat up all the women who crowd around you and invite one for a drink.”
The two men were stopped at a light, and his Beta looked over at him.
Gareth shifted in the passenger seat and avoided the man’s eyes.
“I want to make it home in time to have dinner with Isabella and Michelle,” Gareth responded. “You know that spending time with my daughters is important to me.”
“Sure.” His Beta flashed him a knowing smile. “It’s just coincidental that you had Mr. Dawson pick up that young tutor in your Rolls-Royce today. She definitely isn’t the reason you’re rushing home, right?” he asked sarcastically.
Gareth continued to stare straight ahead, refusing to take his bait.
The stoplight in front of them turned green.
