Travis shakes his head. “Only if that’s what she wants.”
“Fuck,” my brother mutters. “I can’t believe she’s a scent match. And you didn’t even say anything, Trav. What thehell.”
“I didn’t need you flying off the handle if I was wrong,” Travis snaps, annoyed at the use of the nickname he hates. “I’m careful with her for a reason.”
Rowan scoffs. I can sense the tension in the room as he turns to me.
“You better not have fucked this up,” he hisses. “Why did she run from you?”
“I’m not a mind reader!” I insist. “And she went home for the day. She didn’trun.”
Ash stops his flopping on Travis and prances over to Rowan, who bends to scoop him up. The cat cuddles into his chest just like he did to me at the rescue.
“I work with her tonight,” Travis says. “I’ll see if she mentions anything.”
“When do I get to meet her?” Rowan says.
“When I say it’s time.”
I whip my head around at Travis’s statement. “What?—”
“You shouldn’t have gone to the rescue without telling me, either,” he says to me.
“What?” I demand.
“You don’t know her like I do,” he growls. “It took a long time to get her to open up. If you messed this up, somehow?—”
“How the hell does a scent match mess things up?”
“Mrow.”
We stop our arguing to look at Ash, who lets out a series of meows until Rowan places him down. Then, he walks around in a circle, letting out sounds I’ve never heard a cat make before.
“Is he okay?” Rowan asks, his eyes widening. “What does he need?”
“Did you at least get a litter box?” Travis sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah. It’s in my car, along with food.”
“Set it up and bring in the food. We need to make him comfortable with the area. He probably needs to use the bathroom.”
“Well, at least your relationship with Blair is good for something,” Rowan growls. “If she doesn’t want to be our Omega, at least we have her for cat advice.”
I snort, even though the situation isn’t amusing.
The more I think about it, the more dread pools in my stomach.
Yes, I found our scent match, which is something to be celebrated.
But her reaction wasn’t normal, and neither were her clipped, guarded responses toward me.
Instead of being happy, Blair looked terrified.
The high from inhaling her delicious scent wears off, and something like sorrow weighs in my chest.
It’s possible she could reject the match.
And if she does…
