“Thank you,” I mumble, my eyes on my omega. She’s nimble on her feet as she jumps right back into drink orders, winking at me when I catch her eye.
Fuck do I love that omega. Is it too soon for that? I’ve known her for nine fucking years, and have catalogued all the cute little things that probably intimidate other people. I think things are happening exactly the way they should be.
Making my way across the club, I hear my neighbor yell, ”Dick!”
My jaw drops as I turn around to find her. She’s in her seventies, and screaming about male genitalia.
“I beg your pardon?” I ask.
Miss Darcy waves me away saying, “She won this round. Off you go, Sheriff. We wouldn’t want to offend your ears.”
“That was part of the game?” I ask, confused.
“Motherfucker!” Felicity, a kindergarten teacher yells.
“Yeah, I’m out,” I mutter. There’s a reason men aren’t allowed here. I’ve heard too much already. It does sound like they’re having fun, I just can’t imagine sticking around listening to them scream obscenities so happily at each other.
I’ll need to ask Silva what the rules for the game are, because this is wild. Shaking my head with a smile on my lips, I leave the club.
“It’s insane in there on trivia night,” Emmett, one of Silva’s bouncers grunts outside. “I try hard not to go inside unless there’s a blizzard happening.”
“I didn’t know the kindergarten teacher knew that word,” I hiss, enjoying the way Emmett barks out a laugh. “I’ll be back later with Silva’s truck.”
“Did you think I’d worry you stole it?” he teases me. “I see the keys in your hand.”
“Very true,” I say, unlocking the vehicle and getting inside. I eat as I drive to see Shep, my coordination well timed as someone flies through a stop sign.
“Goddamnit, are we being for real right now?” I groan.
Thankfully a fellow officer’s lights and sirens go off and he follows the car. Relaxing now that I know it’s being taken care of, I continue on and polish off my dinner. I take the paper plate and soda inside, tossing the trash as I sip my drink. It’s cool and sugary, giving me a hit of dopamine.
I don’t usually indulge in soda, so it’s a nice treat.
“Hey, Shep,” I greet him as I stand in front of the desk. I’m currently inside the office attached to the garage, where he conducts business. He usually has his sister as his receptionist, but she’s nowhere to be found. “I have Silva’s truck ready for you. Still have time for her?”
“Yeah. I have someone else that came in for service from out of town,” he says, glancing in the direction of the waiting room he has set up. It’s a small set up, and the guy in question glances up at me. “Ya know what, let’s go see her truck.”
Shep obviously wants to discuss something with me away from his customer, so I nod and walk out with him.
“Maybe you can help me with the noise in her truck,” I lie as the door closes shut. “Okay, what’s up?”
“Damn, that was smooth,” he chuckles. “It’s just weird. This guy came in and told me that his battery is giving him trouble. He’s not from here either. I can tell, Syrus. He smells faintly of alphas, but he’s not one. I don’t fucking like it.”
“Alright,” I grunt. “Well, let me figure out why he’s here. You know we can’t kick anyone out without good reason.”
“I know damn well you’ve removed people from town ordinantes simply for their designation,” he snorts.
“You’re right, but if they're sniffing around Widows Peak, simply removing them isn’t gonna help,” I reply. “I’d ratherknow what they’re up to. If you think he’s got alphas with him, I believe you.”
“Thanks,” Shep sighs. “Well, the guy is gonna have to wait while I change out these tires for Silva. Am I sending the bill to her?”
“Nope, I’ve got it,” I tell him.
Shep gazes at me for a long moment, his teeth toying with his bottom lip.
“She’s going to hate that, huh?” he asks.
“Damn right,” I say. “Silva deserves the world, and sometimes that starts with new snow tires.”
