“We both tend to do that, huh? Give up our time so others can enjoy the things they want to do,” she mumbles.
“I guess we do,” I murmur, my fingers massaging the stress from her body. I start at her arms and move up until I’m working on the knots in her neck.
Silva is breathing deeply and asleep by the time I’m finished, allowing me just to hold her while she dreams. Her body is loose and she’d definitely be going under the water if I wasn’t holding her up.
“You’re so damn stubborn,” I sigh, kissing her temple. I wait until the water almost goes cold before I gather her body against my chest and stand up with her in my arms.
She stays asleep as I dry her off, put her to bed, while I get dressed again. I make sure to clean up, and then throw everything beside the hamper so it doesn’t get everything wet. I find her purse forgotten in the bathroom, and I dig inside it to find her phone to plug it in by her nightstand. In my hunting quest, I locate her back up house key and make sure her main set is where she can find it.
It takes me a while to hunt down a pen and paper, but I manage it after a few minutes of looking.
Spitfire,
I’m locking up for you, please remind me for your house key back or I’ll keep it. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you up.
Talk later.
Sy
Placing the note where she’ll see it, I turn out all the lights and take my leave. I’m thinking about how I really wish that she had a security system when I see the control panel for it by the front door. It’s unarmed.
“Silva,” I groan. I know she has a system at the club because some kids tried to break in a couple of years ago. They dared each other to do it, and Silva scared the fuck out of them while she explained how dangerous that was.
That’s how I know she has an electric cattle prod actually. She pulled it out before I got there because she arrived at the club and caught them. The kids couldn’t stop yelling about it, thinking it would get Silva in trouble. Clearly, they don’t understand how things work in this town.
It was a night they were closed, and the kids thought it would be funny to break into Club 21. They broke a window, and the three of them were sharing a bottle of whiskey when she found them.
One of them pissed themselves from fear, and I made a big deal by taking them to the station. I didn’t book them in, but I did scare the fuck out of them. This isn’t something I would have been able to do in a bigger city.
The kids were from another town on a joy ride, and my officers and I were pissed that it was during a time when we didn’t have many people on the roads.
Silva explained that the club was wired with cameras and an alarm system. It figures she’d have one in her home as well, but I’m irritated that she doesn’t even have the damn thing armed. As I leave her house and lock up, I look around to see if there are any cameras. I see a few of them, and I have to hope that they’re recording as well.
I know Silva is smart, and I’ve felt the pepper spray she keeps in her back pocket while grabbing her ass. I need to trust her that she can take care of herself, right?
Pursing my lips, I give into my protective instincts. I meant it when I told Silva that being a beta doesn’t mean I won’t lead with parts of me that don’t involve the brain in my head.
Jogging to my car, I root around for a tracker to put on her truck. The cameras are sweeping the area at a steady pace, so I lurch into a run once they’re moving away from me and slide to a stop on the ground beside her front bumper. I find a place to attach the tracker since it’s magnetic, and then sync it to my phone.
Now, I’ll know where she is at all times. No more worrying if she’s running late. It’ll keep me from being overbearing or appearing jealous. I’ve lost too many people in my life. This is how I cope.
Glancing around the truck, I wait until the coast is clear before ambling back to my car and getting in. I’ll definitely be sleeping better now that I’ll know where she is. Silva jokes that I’m a stalker, yet she has no idea how right she is.
Three weeks later
Gazing up at the gray sky, I flick it off with my middle finger as I walk across Club 21’s parking lot. The temperature is dropping quickly, and I can see the writing on the wall. Our first snow is going to hit very soon, and I need to convince my very independent omega to give me her car keys.
We haven’t even made it to Halloween and here we are, worrying about snow prep.
Tonight at Club 21 is trivia and ladies only night. I fully expect to be booed out of the bar for having a penis, but I’m more likely to have Silva agree to let me have her truck keys if she’s distracted. I’m also not against using public opinion to my advantage.
Striding inside, I can feel the gaze of people’s eyes as I walk toward the bar where Silva is working her ass off. There are high tops where there’s usually an open floor, and Club 21 orders pizza for the event from The Cheese Knees.
Trivia night happens once a month, so I timed my plan well. I hear people yell out really odd phrases as they continue to play at their tables, and I realize there are different games happening at the same time. I’m trying not to listen too closely, afraid of what I might hear.
I’ve heard rumors that this trivia night has a way of getting very X-rated.
“Hey, can I have your truck keys, please?” I ask sweetly.
