I know Falcon and Shayne have a lot of cash in savings, but I never quite felt the urge to ask about that until right now.
“We can afford this?”
It seems unreal.
The lady handing her expensive designer baggage over to a bellboy is wearing an outfit that must cost ten times our rent back home.
It’s the city, sure, but this has to be the glitziest hotel that exists out here.
Oh God.I asked room service for ham sandwiches and chicken wings!
We haven’t even picked up our room keys yet. They must think we’re savages.
I wish Falcon had told me what kind of place this was.
I can feel my cheeks burning as we approach the front desk.
The fancy lady is stepping into an elevator on the other side of the room, and she doesn’t look impressed when I happen to catch her eye. I can practically hear her thoughts from over here.
Ugh. When did they let in the riff-raff?
Those poor street urchins must surely be lost!
The elevator doors close and I turn back to see Falcon pick up our keys.
When I glance back, I see Jay and Shayne waiting for us a few feet away, standing close and talking, apparently not the slightest bit bothered by our surroundings.
Falcon talks with the receptionist in his usual stony, clipped manner.
He gets our keys which happen to be actual keys, and then turns around, glancing at Jay and Shayne and nodding toward the elevator.
I follow him over there, still a little flustered by the realization that we’re in a fancy hotel.
“You okay, Harp?” Jay asks, his voice low as they catch up with us.
He’s carrying our bags single-handedly, his other hand rubbing my back.
Out of all my mates, he’s the one who knows immediately when I’m uncomfortable.
“Yeah, kind of,” I murmur back to him as we approach the elevator.
He frowns when I glance his way, but I don’t want to talk about it in this big open space.
Omegas have a reputation for causing big, dramatic, emotional scenes wherever they go.
I don’t like that stereotype, so I avoid the urge to blurt out a barrage of questions while we wait for the elevator. Pressing my lips together, I ignore Jay’s questioning glances.
When the elevator finally dings open, my breath comes out in a rush of air.
Falcon steps inside and holds the door.
Shayne gestures to me to go next.
I step into the mirrored box, and I look at Falcon as Jay steps in after me and puts his arm back around me. Shayne comes in last, and the doors close when Falcon presses the button for our floor.
The second we start to move my patience snaps.
“So, wasanyoneever going to tell me we’re rich?”
