her things on the sofa, but as she was heading towards the bathroom, Gareth held her back by her arm.
"You've been gone for hours. No updates, your phone is dead, what the hell am I supposed to think?"
"They made me switch it off," Alison explained, realizing that possibly she should have remembered to switch it back on after they'd let her go, but Gareth didn't need to know about the time she'd spent reflecting on things at the park.
"Well? Where is their base?" Gareth asked.
Alison straightened her shoulders, hoping a more confident posture would make her seem more believable.
"They shifted the meeting elsewhere at the last minute, so I don't know yet. But I do have some good news." Alison wasn't sure whether to be all that candid with her brother, who no doubt would get even more agitated at what she was about to say, but it was all she had to share. "I met the guy in charge, and he seems to have taken a liking to me and asked me out..."
Gareth was speechless, but only for a moment. "You're joking. Don't tell me you've agreed?"
"Put aside your ego for a moment and think about it – we need more information in order to rescue Dad. I've found a chance to get closer to at least one of the animals who are holding him, and you want me
not
to act on it? Have you lost your mind?" The angrier Gareth made Alison, the easier it was for her to sound convincing and distract from the fact that she was hiding information from him.
She stared him down with her hands on her hips, as he glared back at her with fire in his eyes.
"You're going to get into trouble, you know that? This isn't a fucking game." Gareth shook his head and ran his hand over his cropped hair.
"I will be absolutely fine, if you don't drive me nuts first!" Alison insisted.
"Then at the very least I should be there. Follow you. When is this ridiculous date going to happen?"
"Hell no! I can't be expected to maintain cover with this guy if I have to worry about you and your temper lurking in the shadows behind me. And I don't know yet. He's going to call me."
"Whatever. You're going to get yourself killed or worse at this rate."
Alison wanted to argue more, but bit her tongue. At least Gareth had backed off somewhat from the idea of spying on her date, and if she fought on, she might say something she'd regret later. If Gareth got wind that she was keeping stuff from him, she would be in a world of trouble.
"Clearly you're going to do whatever you want to, but keep your goddamn phone on when you meet this guy, all right?" Gareth grumbled.
Alison nodded, and watched as he picked up his leather jacket and headed for the door.
Good riddance.
She needed time alone to think about how she was going to fix things.
As it turned out, Alison didn't get much of a chance to mull her situation over after all. Shortly after Gareth left, she received a phone call from Jamie who suggested drinks and dinner. The man sure was eager, but Alison knew better than to complain.
Sure, he was supposedly the enemy, but Alison was a woman first and Sons member second. It was hard not to feel flattered to have a guy like Jamie fawn over her and call her just hours after meeting for the first time. She accepted his invitation and immediately started sifting through the contents of her wardrobe to find the perfect outfit to wear.
She wanted to impress him, and she didn't know for sure why. Alison had tried her best to justify her impulses by convincing herself that a successful date would give her a better chance to earn his trust. But she did sort of like him, and she certainly was attracted to Jamie. Perhaps the danger he represented had made him more enticing somehow.
Or perhaps she
had
lost her mind, as Gareth had accused her of earlier.
None of that changed the fact that she hadn't been out on a date in a while, and really could use the boost to her self-esteem. Jamie had been quiet earlier in the afternoon, almost a bit shy and awkward, which seemed unusual for a guy as hot