Free Triplet Mates for Maia by Cara Adams Page A

against the hood of the car waiting for them both. Theron was reaching for his cell phone as well.
    What the fuck? It was after midnight. They’d only just gotten Maia home in time, but it had been before midnight. By about five minutes.
    Chase slid his phone open and straightened up. The text message was from their Alpha. It read, My office. Now.
    Without saying a word he began walking briskly to the security door into the warehouse. Theron raced past him and began tapping in their code number. Every family had an individual code number, and each person within the family had a personal digit added to the end of that number. The Reilly family number was 97324. Chase’s number was 973241, Theron’s 973242, and Draven’s 973243. When the entire family entered together, they used the code 973240.
    Chase was concerned. He couldn’t ever recall the Alpha summoning them so late at night before. Also, the fact that their cell phones had vibrated the moment they arrived back at the warehouse was significant. Either the Alpha himself was watching for them to return or he had someone else monitoring them. Whichever was the case, it was unusual. Why hadn’t he called them earlier? Unless he wasn’t prepared to speak to them until they were inside their ultra-secure warehouse base.
    Chase hurried inside after his brothers, stopping only long enough to ensure the door had locked behind them. Theron had once again gone ahead and summoned the elevator. It was opening just as Chase arrived.
    Only a minute or two later, they stood at the door to their Alpha’s office. It was open, and he was sitting behind his computer. Chase had a momentary flash of how much work the Alpha did and what long hours he often put in, caring for the pack.
    “Close the door please, Draven,” the Alpha ordered.
    Chase remained standing in front of the desk until the Alpha waved them to seats.
    “I’m glad you got here. This job has to be done tonight, and I was beginning to think you’d get back too late and I’d need to find another team. It’s you three I want.”
    All of which told Chase exactly nothing, but it certainly put him on edge. What did the Alpha want them to do tonight?
    Theron and Draven remained silent. Chase thought that was a good idea. The Alpha would explain what they needed to know when he was ready.
    “A junior staff member from a company that is writing some secret code for a government department left his cell phone on a bus on the way home from work. He says his pocket must have been picked, that he would never have forgotten it. That may be true.”
    It was evident from the Alpha’s tone of voice that he didn’t believe the young staffer had been robbed but that he’d dropped it or forgotten it and some enterprising person had found and kept it.
    “Fortunately the kid’s a geek and had the GPS switched on and had also registered it with Find My Phone. It didn’t take us very long to find out exactly where the phone is.”
    Chase still didn’t understand why anyone would care about a junior staff member’s cell phone. A junior wouldn’t have access to anything secret, and even if he did, it wouldn’t be on a cell phone even if that cell was the latest Smartphone.
    “The person with the phone is in an unsavory part of town. The most unsavory part of town. The company is concerned that while the phone’s owner is not privy to secret material, he does have the cell phone numbers of people who are. There’s the potential for blackmail there if the cell phone isn’t retrieved before the person with it discovers it might be worth even more than they’d originally thought. Our current hope is that the thief will take it home with them tonight and not attempt to sell it until tomorrow. It’s important you three retrieve it before the new owner works out just how valuable that contacts list really is.”
    “Yes, sir,” said Draven.
    “Do we have a means of tracking the cell ourselves,” asked Theron.
    Chase knew