Katie and I pass each other every so often, but there’s no time to talk.
At least not while the party’s still going strong.
It starts to dwindle before the hall empties completely at midnight.
That’s when I find out the remaining hour of my shift is to be spent in the kitchen, washing up the crazy big pile of dishes with Katie.
It’s late but I don’t feel tired. I can hardly believe the night is almost over.
“So?” Katie asks, as she picks up a dishtowel.
“Um … what?” I glance at her while the water rushes over the plates in the sink.
She has her gaze on Chef Harris, before she looks back at me.
She leans in a bit and lowers her voice. “So, who was the guy?”
“What guy?” I ask, knowing she can’t be talking about Falcon.
She wasn’t here when he came in, or when he left.
I’m not sure who else she could be talking about.
“The guy you had the little oopsy encounter with,” she clarifies, keeping her voice low.
Clearly, she doesn’t want our boss to overhear us, which makes sense now that I know she’s asking about the Alpha I bumped into.
How could I forget the handsome guy with the devastating smile?
Even thinking about him makes butterflies in my stomach, but I know I shouldn’t feel that way.
So, I raise an eyebrow at Katie as I add the dish soap to the water.
“An oopsy encounter?”
She laughs. “You bumped into him and ruined a tray of appetisers. I saw from across the room. He was kind of cute.”
I can’t help but cringe. “You saw that?”
It was so embarrassing, and that was only made worse because he was so handsome.
“I saw the sparks that flew,” Katie teases. “You definitely had a moment with him. I didn’t know all I had to do was bump into an Alpha to get his attention. Maybe I’ll give it a try at the next social.”
“It was just an awkward accident. He was nice about it, but he was here to meet an Omega.”
She shrugs. “What’s so special about Omegas anyway? I mean, besides their delicious perfume, and their sweet natures, and … Okay. I get it. They’re pretty dang special. Why are the special ones only made for each other?”
“Because they’re special, I guess,” I answer, thinking about Falcon.
Anyone who would care enough to check up on a random girl he rescued from a bad situation is extraordinary. He’s not only special because he’s an Alpha. He’s a really good guy.
The kind of woman he would pick would have to be special.
He deserves someone sweet and kind and pretty.
He probably already found her.
“Don’t you ever kind of wish you were special?” Katie asks, her tone dreamy.
