Glaring at her, I roll my eyes at Luna’s cough to get me to talk.
“Talk over cheese,” Briar insists, pushing us all toward the couch.
It’s silly for me to call it just a ‘couch’ when the thing is gigantic.
“There is a non-government entity in town, and two of the alphas are scent matched to me,” I explain, clearing my throat in my sister’s direction as her cheeks flame.
“The other two are scent matched to me,” she squeaks out.
“Are they good people?” Aries asks, popping a grape in her mouth.
“I could do a background check,” Lark offers.
“They’re technically ghosts,” I say. “They got out of the government agency much the way we were able to get Gideon to leave us alone: blackmail. The work they do isn’t legal and they find people who are missing, or find themselves killing people who deserve it. They’re still in contact with their friends in black ops types of situations, and when things are not going to plan, they’re given the mission to complete instead.”
“No one asks, so no one has to tell,” Lark says. “At the end of the day, if it gets the job done, I’m for it. How did they find you?”
“How everyone does,” I sigh. “Someone mentioned a town where omegas live and omegas own it. They grabbed onto that nugget and ran with it.”
“I suppose sometimes that’s the only way to go,” Luna says. “Pull the thread to see where it leads. It’s something that always works in discovery for legal cases.”
“It hasn’t been all roses, right?” Briar asks tentatively. “I heard about what happened at the bar the first time you met.”
Briar tends to be suspicious of a good thing, and I don’t blame her.
“I think I almost fried Harlan’s brain cells that night,” I admit. “It hasn’t been perfect. I told them I didn’t want anything to do with them. I’m dating Syrus and Harlan, Isidro, and Kyren aren’t like him at all.”
“We heard you were dating the Sheriff. Everyone has,” Aries smirks.
“You heard about me now, huh?” Syrus asks, stepping out onto the porch with the Chinese food. “Easy on my name until after I leave, please.”
Aries nods as we laugh, and he hands me the bags of food.
“Enjoy your dinner, ladies,” he says, bending down to kiss my forehead. “Have fun, Spitfire.”
The girls wait until they’re sure he’s gone, and Lark even goes so far as to peek back into the house.
“That man is fine,” she sighs. “Good job on that. He’s been obsessed with you for years.”
“Has he?” I ask as everyone nods.
“You were as clueless as I was with Emmett on that,” Lexi confesses.
We laugh and talk as we eat, catching up on everything that has been happening. We try to do this at least once a month, but we haven’t gotten together since September.
I hate how busy things get, yet I also thrive on the chaos.
Food is devoured, wine and water glasses are drained, and we find ourselves talking over each other as things get louder. Fuck I’ve missed these girls.
Gone are the days where we had to be perfect, or when we were scared to speak.
“You have a weird look in your eyes,” Lark says softly. “It’s the one you get when you think about Henderson Estate. Are you still having nightmares?”
Biting my lip, I glance at Luna, the resident lawyer of the group.
“Whatever is said stays here,” she says. “If I need to get you out of something, then I need to know.”
“No one will find him,” I say unthinkingly.
