“I promise to stop. It just seems to be stressing everyone out.”
“When does she fly in?”
“Three days from now,” he says and takes a deep breath.
It’s not a surprise my parents didn’t tell me. The last time she was here, she made me cry, and I hid in my apartment the rest of the week because the old bitch can’t climb the stairs.
“You got another one of those?” I joke, handing out my hand, and he grimaces at me.
“Don’t even joke, Sloane Loraine.”
“Well, I’ll make sure that my date has normal or dead relatives.”
My dad laughs, shaking his head. He hasn’t aged much. You’d never guess he has a kid that is in her twenties.
“Just make sure he’s worth it. You deserve the best. And do me a favor and let me know before you plan on telling Dad. Maybe I’ll plan a work trip that week.”
I shake my head and laugh.
“Deal.”
“Have a good time, kid,” he says as he slides through the back door and goes through the house to hide the evidence of his naughty behavior.
It’s nice knowing I’ll have one parent on my side if things with Bram, and possibly other players, work out. That’s a lie. I know my Omega mother will be happy with whomever I choose;she doesn’t care if they’re on my dad’s team or their jobs as long as they’re perfect for me.
My two Alpha parents are the ones I’m going to have to work the hardest on accepting this.
I shake my head, hating how ahead of myself I’m getting. But that’s typical of me, planning ahead, daydreaming about the future. And I got to say, the one I’ve been imagining lately seems pretty fantastic.
CHAPTER 6
I’m more nervous about this date than I was last year during the Cup finals as I make sure I don’t burn our fucking dinner.
I thoughtpannenkoekenwould be safe. It’s one of the few things I know I won’t mess up since my mother made it often, and it doesn’t include any red meat. I did a savory one with salmon and avocado and a sweet one with apples and raisins.
Shit, I should have asked if there were any foods she didn’t like beyond red meat before I started cooking. I thought it would be best that the food was ready as soon as she got here, so if it was awkward and she hated it, she could leave.
I’m not sure why I feel as though Sloane won’t enjoy our date. Perhaps it’s because we’ve been teetering on this edge of flirtation for so long I worry that once she gets to know me, she won’t like what she sees.
It’s also been an incredibly long time since I’ve dated someone. Let alone courted them.
Because the fact is, Sloane is the courting type.
She’s an Omega, one who is nearly at the age to go into heat. There’s no way she’s looking for casual, she’s looking for her pack.
I’m not sure if the thought scares me or not. For sure, the idea of sharing isn’t appealing. It’s not something I grew up with. I had Beta parents and was an only child.
Sharing was not something I held in high regard, it never has been.
The toppings melt into the top of the sweetpannenkoekenas a knock hits my door. I regret not offering to pick her up, but I couldn’t simply just pull up in front of my coach’s house.
My coach who inexplicably has said multiple times for us to keep our paws off of his Omega daughter.
As much as I respect the man, this is a rule worth breaking.
I plate the food, turn off the burner, and wipe my hands before taking a deep breath and answering the front door. As soon as I open it, I look down to see a smiling Sloane looking like an absolute vision in a simple black dress and a leather jacket.
“Come in,” I tell her, opening the door wider and stepping to the side.
