Her fingers intertwine with mine and she gives my hand a squeeze. “I’m happy I’m here too.”
Okay, think of another question.
“What’s your favorite food?” I say and Shiloh laughs out loud, the sound melodic and I can’t help but to smile, knowing I’m the one that dragged the sound out of her.
“Potatoes in any form. What about you?”
“Just about any type of curry,” I reply.
We sit in the Lovesac, talking about shit that doesn’t matter, and other shit that does. It’s the most I’ve opened up to anyone, probably ever, and it feels like a relief. She isn’t running away, well, scooting away. If anything, she seems to enjoy my company and I enjoy hers far more than I realized. Shiloh is easy to talk to. She isn’t judgmental, and she’s honest. It’s refreshing, and it makes everything seem a little less scary.
“Do you think we could do this again tomorrow?” she asks.
“You sure you’re not bored watching me play?”
“No, I have my projects.”
I decide that maybe she needs something else to do in my office when she's here. I don’t tell her my plans, but I hope she likes it.
The door swings open and Cole lets out an irritated breath.
“There you are. Fuck,” he complains, coming and plopping onto the Lovesac, sending Shiloh flying off the cushion. “Shit, sorry,” he says as Shiloh laughs.
“How did your meeting with your lawyer go?”
“Fine, I just might need to borrow a few benjamins from my loving brother or Daddy Warbucks. Speaking of which, where’s Jonah, I’m starving,” Cole says dramatically, snuggling up on Shiloh’s other side. “I hope Mack didn’t bore you to tears while he was working.”
“No, I enjoyed myself,” she replies.
“Good. Good.”
We all lie there and I feel at peace.
Maybe my fate hasn’t been decided. Maybe I truly can be a better man. Shiloh makes me want to be better. I feel soothed, content, and comfortable.
Maybe Shiloh was right, this was fate.
Chapter 21
Shiloh
It’sthe best evening I could have ever asked for.
Jonah brought home the best Indian food for dinner and we all sat at the table, eating and talking about how our days went. The guys are shocked that Mack told his viewers that he has an Omega, but they both seem pleased.
All this possessiveness may inflate my little Omega ego to disproportionate sizes. But you know what, she’s never been stroked this good, and I’m just going to absorb every ounce of flattery and sweetness they give me.
Jonah clears his throat, placing his utensils and glass down on the custom made wooden dining table.
“My mother is having an Omega Fund fundraiser in New York in two weeks and would like us to attend.”
“Your mother?” I say with a choked noise.
“You’ll love her, I promise,” Jonah says with a smile.
“So we’re just throwing her right into the fucking deep end, huh?” Cole says, taking a sip of his beer.
“What does that mean?” I ask. My blood pressure is definitely rising. What if his family doesn’t like me? What if they don’t think I’m good enough?
