I put the TV remote down as I get up to follow my Omega, only slowing down to switch on the lamp by the side of the living room doorway.
It got dark while we were watching movies, but it’s only a little after ten p.m. and our Alphas are home. I can’t help wondering what it means that they didn’t spend much time at the academy.
Shayne has just put his shoes onto the rack by the front door, and he’s straightening up as Harper rushes toward him.
Falcon is locking the door when Harper stops an inch away from Shayne.
“Well?” Harper asks, as he crosses his arms.
Shayne smiles wryly at him. “We have some … news.”
Falcon turns around, and nods slowly. “We should all sit down.”
That sounds kind of ominous.
My heart starts to sink.
Damn.
Falcon doesn’t look any less moody than he did when Harper and I left the apartment this morning. Whatever they need to tell us, it can’t be good.
“News?” Harper mutters.
Our Omega frowns as he glances back at me.
His expression confirms my fears.
After all, he can feel what our Alphas are feeling.
“We can talk about it in the living room,” Falcon says, when Shayne looks to him instead of answering Harper’s question. “I need to get out of this fucking suit.”
Yeah, his mood hasn’t improved one little bit.
Shayne nods slowly as he unbuttons his jacket and shrugs it off his shoulders.
“Give us a minute to change,” he tells us, before he starts to look vaguely suspicious. “Do I smell ice-cream?”
Harper laughs. “There was … an incident in the kitchen. So, we had to get sundaes from that place down the street.”
“An incident?” Shayne asks as Falcon slips past him and heads into the bedroom.
He barely glances at me as he steps into the room.
“It’s not as sexy as it sounds,” Harper admits.
Shayne’s eyebrows jump slightly, and he starts to look at Harper the way he usually does before he makes a move. It really doesn’t take much for Shayne to fall under our Omega’s spell.
I clear my throat before our Omega can distract our level-headed Alpha too much.
“Get over here, Harper. Let’s give them a minute to get changed.”
Shayne smiles wryly as Harper’s shoulder slump forward.
“I just want to hang this jacket up before it creases. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay, sure,” Harper practically whispers, before turning and shuffling toward me.
I put an arm around him when he reaches my side.
