He nods. “I know you’re not. So don’t leave yet. Have some fucking salmon with me.”
I choke out a humorless laugh. “That’s the first time anyone has ever asked me that,” I say.
His gaze softens, but the fire doesn’t leave his eyes. His sea salt and rain scent soothes me, and I start to wonder why I even wanted to leave in the first place.
So, I drop my bag back on the floor. “Are they everything bagels?” I ask.
He grins.
13
ROWAN
I’m losing my mind.
She was about to leave without saying goodbye.
Thank fuck for Ash and his dramatic stomach.
Finally, I have her to myself.
Ryland purred for her last night, and while I’m happy for my brother, I’m burning with jealousy.
Even though I slept next to her on the couch—so close, yet so far away—it’s not enough.
It won’t be enough until I have her in a nest, comfortable, happy, and secure.
A few moments eating a bagel with her isn’t going to cut it.
If I have to keep only hearing snippets about her from Travis it will kill me.
I know she’s close to rejecting us.
If not Ryland and Travis, she’s close to rejectingme.
“Of course I have everything bagels.” I smirk. I still speak quietly, careful not to wake my packmates. This ismytime with Blair. “That’s the best kind.”
“I suppose I could stay for breakfast then,” she murmurs, and I exhale with relief. She takes a seat at a barstool at the island while I open the fridge. “So, intel about my breakfast preferences, huh? What else have you learned about me?”
I pause briefly before rummaging through the fridge. “I’ve learned that you have a decent right hook, and you make a mean vodka soda.”
She chuckles softly. “I punched a customeronce, and only because Travis didn’t get to him in time.”
“So I’ve heard.”
When Travis had told me that some drunk Alpha had groped Blair’s ass, I almost drove to Scents to hunt down the bastard myself. Then, when he told me how she gave the guy a black eye, I’m pretty sure I fell in love with her right then.
I know so much about Blair just from hearing Travis talk about her for a whole damn year.
And now, I know she’s my scent match.
The Omega I was told to stay away from because my packmates weren’t sure if I would make things worse is my scent match.
I’m pretty sure a good breakfast has never made anything worse, though.
The least I can do for my soulmate is feed her.
She doesn’t know we’re soulmates yet—only scent matches. I realized it long before I met her, but once the scent match kicked in, it’s a universal truth that boils in my blood.
