“Why was that so hot?” Lexi grins, fanning her face.
“Lexi,” I hiss, taking a long sip of my drink. Ugh, why can’t it be spiked?
“No, don’t ’Lexi’ me. You have a second date with him now. You’re welcome,” she says smugly, happily polishing off her sandwich.
Yeah, but in my bathtub? Thank god it’s huge, but even then, I don't know if it’ll fit both of us. Great, now I’m thinking about having sex with him again.
Lexi can’t stop laughing at me, and I roll my eyes as I finish my food.
“Ha, ha,” I mutter. “Come on, brat. Let’s go get pampered and shit.”
Chapter Seven
Syrus
For the most part, working in Widows Peak involves helping with car accidents, patrolling the border for anyone suspicious, and community safety. I’ll honestly take this over Seattle any day of the week.
We have a large enough police force that we can cover the town without burning out or having to be on shift all the time, and I happen to be off duty now as I wait outside of Club 21 for Silva to finish work. She always stays too late at work, and I’ve heard some of her staff talk about it.
Club 21 is her baby, though I know she shares ownership with her sister and several other omegas. They founded the town, and it was pretty barebones when I first got here nine years ago.
Even though it’s almost nine at night, I get a text message with a link to a news article from my ex partner. She’s still fighting the good fight in Washington, while I chose to leave. It discusses the rise in missing omegas in Seattle, and it makesme swallow hard as I read through it. This shit isn’t getting any better.
I can’t protect a city the size of Seattle and I know it. It also doesn’t help that my ex partner found out that the police commissioners over the years since I left are part of the problem. I can still remember how I was curb stomped on my last night on the force by dirty officers I thought had my back.
They broke my nose, leg, and almost put a bullet in my brain before the chief shut down the beating. Seattle is a mess, and I know I can’t fix it alone. Widows Peak is protected, and I know that everyone in this town is committed to keeping it safe.
The girls think I don’t know about the camera set up in all the public spaces that Lark monitors, but I do. It’s my job to know as much as possible about my town. I won’t fail this time in protecting what’s important to me.
My eyes flick over to Silva’s truck as she opens her door, and I roll down my window to lean toward her.
“Hey,” I say, leaving my phone in the cup holder. I don’t want to tarnish my time with her in any way. One day soon, we’re going to need to have a conversation, but it’s kept for nine years already.
There’s no hurry.
“Hey yourself,” she says softly with a small yawn.
“Still planning on that bath?” I tease her.
“Yes, but I really am a little worried I’ll fall asleep,” she says sheepishly.
“I’ll be there,” I say easily. I’m inviting myself over, yet she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s wearing my hoodie tonight, and she looks really fucking good with it. “If you fall asleep, I’ll fish you out, dry you off, and put you in bed before I leave.”
I wasn’t always as observant as I am now. I trusted the people around me too easily, and it fucked me over. Now, I question everything and overthink things.
It didn’t escape my notice that Silva was very insistent about staying the night in her own bed, which means I’m not going to push to spend the night with her. There’s obviously a reason for it.
“Okay,” she says with a nod. “I’ll see you there.”
Silva gets into her truck, and I have to keep myself from offering her a ride. She’s so fucking tired tonight. The community center did her dirty, which is why I went over there earlier today and suggested they put up a volunteer sign up and schedule around it.
I understand that people call out, but there are plenty of people who aren’t my omega to help them out. I’m getting more and more possessive of Silva in my mind, and I’m trying not to get ahead of myself.
She’s so damn independent, almost detrimentally so. I meant it when I told her last week that I want to take things off her plate, which is exactly what I’m doing.
Silva pulls out of her parking space, and I follow her home. She’s driving well for how tired she is, yet I still grumble about it the entire time.
I know she lives next door to Lexi, and she’ll see my car parked in front of Silva’s house, but I don’t care. She’s aware we’re dating by this point, so keeping things quiet is beyond me.
