Archer chuckled. “That last one is a strong possibility. I do frown a lot.”
“You can’t help it. It’s who you are.” Dax covered his mouth with his hand, but we all heard him laugh.
“Shut up. Talon. Here. Turn. Then there are about a hundred signs. You can’t miss it.”
I made the turn and, sure enough, there were signs with tomatoes and vegetables on them with arrowspointing the way for most people to the farmers market. To us, they laid out the path to our future.
Goddess, I was dramatic today.
“Okay, what’s the plan,” Dax said, his hand on the door handle after we found a parking place. I hadn’t expected this place to be so packed, but it was. People came with bags and baskets, ready to fill them with local goods. Some were hauling in tables to set up their booths.
“Relax, first of all,” Archer said, shrugging. “After that, we find the booth and talk to her. No mincing words. She’ll know she’s our scent match as well. It goes both ways.”
“Relax. Got it.”
I didn’t believe Dax for a second.
We got out of my truck and made our way to the lines of booths and stalls. Everyone was selling something unique. I would bet it made sure that there was no unfair competition between sellers. Also to make sure the shoppers got a wide variety of things to choose from.
I had no interest in anything except the art of my omega.
And her.
I noticed movement to my left and saw a woman shooting through the crowds. She had long brown hair and a slender figure. Glasses framed her face perfectly. Gorgeous by any standards.
I tore my gaze away. I had no business ogling a female when my omega could be only a few steps away.
“The booth is here.” We approached and I saw some of the cards displayed with a business card attached.
“I was wondering if you would show back up.” A woman with a child on her hip smiled at Archer. Yes, this must’ve been the place.
“We did. How could we not?”
The woman smiled. “By the way, I’m Rumor. This is Lily. You met her last time. We’re all friends and family in one way or the other.”
“Nice to meet you all,” I offered. “I’m Talon. This is Dax, and you’ve already met Archer.”
I didn’t want to come out and ask where the one female we wanted to meet was. It would be rude and pushy.
“Sylvia’s gone to the restroom, but she’ll be right back. She brought some new art if you want to look around.”
“Her name is Sylvia?” Dax asked. His eyes were glassy. He was a goner, and all we knew was her name and her scent. I had at least three of her cards under my pillow with no shame about it either.
“Yes,” Rumor said. “I’m her friend. Lily is her sister-in-law. She’s mated to Sylvia’s brother Benji. Our packs are around here…somewhere.”
Lily spoke up. “One of my alphas is a welder. His booth is over there.” Both of their gazes moved to the side. “Speaking of Sylvia.”
We all turned to see her approaching. The woman I’d seen before. The one rushing through the crowds. The one I’d thought was stunningly beautiful.
“Sylvia, this is Archer and Talon and Dax. They’re a pack, and they’ve come to see the artist. Remember I talked to you about them?”
Sylvia nodded.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Sylvia,” Archer said. “Your artwork is beautiful.”
Sylvia turned and picked up a dry-erase board and a marker. She scribbled some things down before turning it toward us.
It’s nice to meet you. Thank you. I’ve been painting since I was a child.
