“I said. Get. It. Off. Me,” he growls this time.
Sighing heavily, I lean over to get the opossum off him but the little bugger hisses at me.
“Sorry.” I pull my arms back. “But I think it’s made you its new mama.”
“Nova...” He sounds pissed now. “If I get my hands on this thing, I’m throwing it out of the fucking truck.”
“God. Fine. Big grumpy-ass Alpha.” I ignore the opossum’s hissing and pull him off Nick. “There. Better?” I ask, thankful that the little guy settles in my lap.
There’s a knock at my window. I look over to see Will. Rolling it down, I smile as he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Look!” I hold up the opossum. “I got a new baby. It’s like I’m Snow White or something.”
It hisses at Will and his head rears back. “Is that an opossum? What the hell is it doing in the truck?”
“Will, we have one of those crazy chicks that’s going to come home with twenty-seven cats, thirty-nine dogs, five horses, three racoons and I guess a fucking opossum. I can’t live like that. Is it too late to return her?” Nick growls.
“Hey!” I swing my annoyed gaze on him. “No refunds, buddy. You're stuck with my ass.”
“Your crazy fucking ass.” He glares at me.
“You didn’t seem to mind my ass all that much when you were spanking it before you fucked me into the next universe.” I give him a smug grin.
Nick closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Dear god, any god, give me the fucking strength not to strangle my fucking Omega.”
There he goes again, calling mehisOmega. I’m starting to think he doesn’t hate me as much as he thinks he does.
“We’re going to Saint Peter’s vet clinic on Lincoln Ave. It’s still open and deals with wildlife,” Ian chimes in from the backseat.
“No, we’re not,” Nick says. “We’re leaving the damn thing here and going home.”
***
A half hour later, the vet comes out of the exam room. “How is he?”
“Well, it’s actually a she. And she has a broken leg.”
“Oh no.” My heart hurts for her. “What can we do for her?”
“If you just leave her here with me, I’ll make sure she passes peacefully. She won’t feel a thing.”
“What!” My eyes widen as my heart jumps into my throat. “Pass? You mean you're going to put her to sleep?”
“Well, yeah.” She looks at me funny. “Opossums don’t live very long in the wild. They often get hit by cars. Not all stop like you did.”
“So what, rather than help her, you're going to kill her?” I gape at the vet.
“She’s not going to last long out there even without a broken leg. She’s honestly lucky to have lived this long. Opossums average two years when in the wild before they either get hit by a car or eaten by a bigger predator.”
“Okay.” I glare at her. “Then give her to a wildlife place or something. Isn’t there somewhere around here that will take her in?”
“I’m sorry, but every facility is full.”
“Bring her out to me, right now,” I growl.
“What?” The vet’s brows furrow.
“You heard her, Dr. Wells. She said, bring the opossum out.”
