Just like what Rowan and Ryland have been doing for the rescue helps keep them mostly sane.
“I wish she didn’t leave,” Maeve continues. “We’re her friends; all she had to do was talk to us. Doesn’t she understand no matter what it is, we would be there for her?”
I clench my jaw. “No, she doesn’t, yet,” I say. “But hopefully we can get her there.”
Maeve nods. “You’re good for her,” she says.
I raise an eyebrow. “How can you say that? You and I have barely talked.”
“Yeah, but I see how she’s been around you,” Maeve says, shrugging. “You’ve been her friend for a long time. She’s talked about you for over a year. You don’t talk a lot, but you care about her and want the best for her.”
I sigh.
“Also, I’m really sorry about your accident,” Maeve adds. “I’m glad you came out alright.”
“Me, too.”
The whiplash the first few days was bad; but after doing stretches and exercise meant to alleviate the pain, it’s improved.
It’s still a fucking miracle my pack came out of it uninjured.
Well, except for our hearts being ripped out from our chests.
“Blair’s insane for blaming herself,” Maeve mutters. “It’s ridiculous.”
“I wouldn’t call her insane,” I say. “Overly cautious, maybe. Scared.”
Maeve shrugs and crosses her arms. “Whatever. I just wish she’d come home.”
I study the young Omega and almost smile at the pout that crosses her lips. Blair cares about Maeve deeply, but I’m not sure if Maeve realizes it.
“She’s lucky to have a friend like you,” I say.
“Yeah, well, when she comes back, will you tell her that?” she says. “Because right now I kind of feel like chopped liver. Or cat food pate.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Do you even know when she’s coming back? Piper said she took off two weeks from the rescue. Did she take off two weeks at Scents?”
I nod. My shifts without her have been terrible. Rylee hasn’t stopped giving me sympathetic, pitiful looks, and neither has Quincy, the bar owner.
It’s as if they know something is wrong with Blair and it has to do with me.
Maeve opens her mouth to say something but snaps it shut when Ivan enters from the back room. He nods at me, then turns to Blair’s friend.
“Hey, Maeve,” he says warmly, his gaze focused on her. “What are you doing here?”
It doesn’t take much instinct to realize the Alpha in front of me is attracted to Maeve.
It takes no instinct at all the realize Maeve feels the same way, judging by the way her chamomile scent fills the room.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“I just wanted to say good morning,” she chirps. “And to be nosy and see what Travis brought you.” She nods to the bag, and I scowl.
It’s not her business, and I’m not looking forward to her reaction once she finds out the contents of the bag.
“That’s perfect timing,” Ivan says to me. “We’re fixing a lot of kittens today; this is better than just wrapping them in towels until they wake up.”
