Logan:
Just work with me on this
Parker:
Is this a sudden interest in gardening, or are you trying to impress someone?
Logan:
I think we both know the answer to that
Parker:
Fine. But I’m not happy about it. What color and variety?
Logan:
I only know any color is cool
I could picture the roll of his eyes perfectly. Parker was a stickler about a lot of things, but if he knew it was important, he was usually willing to roll with it.
Hopefully the next time Clover and I crossed paths after this, she would notice. And if not, then I would just have to cut them all down into a bouquet and give Parker an aneurysm for fucking with the yard.
The baby in the stroller fussed.
“Are you hungryagain?” Clover rounded the stroller, her nose instantly wrinkling. “Oh good, the other thing. All right. Let’s get you home.” She turned to me with a regretful smile.“I’ve got to get this stinky little man back, but it was nice to meet you. Later, gator.”
Clover took off at a brisk jog, and I couldn’t quite decide how pathetic it would be if I tried to run after her. She was nimble as fuck and quickly upped her speed, disappearing around the corner before I could make any real decision.
Fuck my life.
I didn’t have more than her first name and the knowledge that she lived somewhere in the gated community. I couldn’t blame her for bolting over a diaper emergency, but I had hoped to probe a little deeper on the rest of our walk. Now I was shit out of luck, and an omega I had no business entertaining was going to live rent free in my head.
Chapter 5
Avery
“Why do you smell like omega? You didn’t fuck one of our business associates, did you? Or, god forbid, the clients.” Parker looked up from his coffee when I flopped down on the luxurious couch his interior designer had chosen for the kitchen living area in closest proximity to snacks. Our chef didn’t like us fucking up the flow of the main kitchen, so we relied on this much smaller one for whatever we wanted outside of what was made for us.
One of the perks of having ridiculous amounts of money meant I had plenty of options to flop and wallow. I had no shortage of feelings after tasting perfection.
“You didn’t, did you?” Parker pushed.
“Of course I didn’t! I met an angel yesterdaybeforework and we made my car smell like pure heaven.” I sighed dramatically, throwing my hand over my eyes.
Met and lost in an instant.
What kind of cruel fate was that? At least the sweetness of her scent had seeped into the leather of my car so I could indulge in it on the drive to my overnight trip and the whole way home too. The peony hints had faded, but the sugar lingered.
I knew Parker well enough to assume he was shaking his head as he grumbled. “Avery…if it wasn’t for the fact that I can smell her, I would think you’re talking out of your ass.”
“That’s because you’re a grumpy asshole who doesn’t appreciate the beauty of the world!”
Parker was gunshy when it came to gorgeous omegas, but luckily, his caution in that department had never rubbed off on me.
“You had incredible sex, and now you’resadabout it?” he asked with a confused frown.
“What’s Avery sad about?” Logan asked, striding into the room, making a beeline for the fridge and pulling out a sports drink. He left dark fingerprints behind, but at least it was on our fridge and not the one our chef used so he wouldn’t get an earful about it. His motorcycle baby was ancient and always needed some kind of attention, but he loved it and refused to get something made in this century.
