Chapter 663
“I’m sorry,” I told her softly. “There were a lot of things I kept from you.”
“I don’t understand why,” Lucy said, her brows pinched together. “I thought we were friends…. At least, I wanted us to be friends.”
“We are friends,” I assured her, stepping closer to her. “I’m sorry that I kept these things from you. Truth be told, when I arrived at the Redcliff pack, I was running away from my old life. I wanted to start over, so talking about these things felt like I was living in the past.”
She blinked at me, trying to process what I had just said.
“Were you telling the truth when you said you didn’t have a phone?” She asked.
I winced at the lie I told her, and I knew she saw it because her eyes grew wide.
“I had my phone shut off for the last few weeks to avoid my friends and family. I was a coward and was afraid to turn it on,” I admitted. “So, I told you that I didn’t have a phone.”
She stared at me for a long while, processing all that she’s learned.
“I see,” she said softly. “Was anything you told me the truth?”
“That was the only thing I lied about,” I assured her. “Everything else, I just didn’t tell you because it hurt too much to talk about. I want to tell you everything, though, if you’d just give me the chance to do so.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause issues,” Nan said, a bit sheepishly. “Talking about the Cash family just riles me up after everything they’ve done to Judy.” Lucy glanced at Nan, her pale blue eyes scanning her from head to toe.
“And you are?” Lucy asked.
Nan flushed.
“Oh, sorry, Luna,” Nan said, bowing her head slightly. “I am Nan Bigsby. I’m not really anybody. I’m just a waitress and bartender at the Carter resort.”
“She’s the head staff at the Carter resort,” I told them, putting my arm around Nan. “Don’t let her sell herself short. She’s an aspiring chef and is working hard to make her dream of owning her own restaurant a reality. Delta Carter is even featuring some of her latest dishes on his menu and letting her cook more than bartend lately.”
Nan blushed at my candid words.
“It’s really nothing,” she said, letting out a nervous chuckle. “I’ve worked for him for years; he’s just being nice.”
“Carter doesn’t do things just to be nice,” my father said. “Judy is right, don’t sell yourself short.” He then turned to Sampson. “I’m Delta Richard. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alpha.”
“Are you talking about Delta Patrick Carter?” Sampson asked, his brows raised as he shook my father’s hand. “Alpha Landry’s Delta?”
“That’s the one,” my father confirmed.
Sampson looked at Nan appreciatively.
“To have him ouch for your cooking is a huge deal. They are right, that’s a big accomplishment. I’m still trying to figure things out around here, and it seems this packhouse hasn’t been used in years. But I’m going to need a chef to run this kitchen. Maybe while you work on your dreams, you’d want to take over that role?”
Nan’s eyes grew wide as she stared at Sampson.
“Are you serious?” She asked.
She then looked at me, and I grinned at her.
“Can I think about it?” Nan asked as she glanced at Sampson. I knew she needed to speak to Chester about it and figure out what to do about Emalyn while they both worked. In Nan’s current position, she worked mostly at night, and Chester worked mostly during the day, so they could be there for Emalyn around the clock. But if she were to take Sampson up on his job offer, she
would be working the same hours as Chester.
“Yes, of course,” Sampson said,
nodding to her. He then turned to my
father. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Perhaps I can steal your time for a bit, and we can talk about pack matters. I obviously don’t know much about this pack, and I’d love to pick your brain.”
“Yes, of course,” my father said proudly. He then put an arm around my mother.
“This is my wife, Michele.”
Sampson smiled at my mother.
“You can call me Shelly,” my mother said, shaking his head.
“These are my parents,’ I told them.
Sampson’s eyes grew wide, as did Lucy’s.
“Your parents?” Lucy said, her mouth dropping open. “You never spoke about
your family. I had no idea you came from a Delta family.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” I told her. “Maybe we should go somewhere and talk?”
She looked between me and Nan, an uncertain look clouding her eyes.
“I want to tell you everything, Lucy,” I told her. “Because you are my friend. Let me introduce you to Nan properly. This is my best friend, and we want you to be a part of our inner circle.”
“We do?” Nan asked, her brows furrowed.
“Yes,” I said, giving her a look. “We do.”
Nan shrugged and then smiled at Lucy.
“Okay, I guess we do. How about a girls’ night tonight? We can invite Irene, too.”
I looked at Lucy, expectantly.
“What do you say?” I asked her.
She thought about it for a moment, looking between the two of us, before she sighed.
“Okay, let’s have a girls’ night.”