“Shhh,” she whispers back. “I just came in to get more veggies real quick. It’s fine!”
I almost want to get some popcorn, I could watch these two all day.
“Hold up,” I interject. “Before you head back out, we have something to run by you.”
“Oh?” Sage turns around, adjusting Daisy on her hip and holding a carrot stick up for her to nibble on.
“You wanna spy on the evil alphas when they get the restraining order served to them tonight?” Riley says, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Sage’s eyes widen and she turns her hopeful doe eyes on me. “It went through?”
“Granted,” I say. “Just got the email confirmation.”
Then she grins an equally wicked grin, and my stomach flutters at the sight.
“Heck yeah,” she says. “Can we do that? Spy on them?”
“I don’t see why not,” Riley replies, and once again, I’m left trying to catch up with them.
I sigh, half resigned and half amused, with a heavy dose ofvengeful anticipation threading up my spine. I guess we’re spying tonight.
“Let’s video chat alpha daddy to tell him. He’s gonna lose his shit,” Riley says.
Sage giggles, following him out the back door so she can return Daisy to the barn. Should I text Brooks to warn him?
Nah. He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.
“You seriously agreed to this farfetched plan?” Brooks kicks his work boots off as he closes the front door behind him.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to see them get their asses served just as much as the rest of us,” I say.
Brooks glowers, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Then he huffs and flops into a kitchen chair. I smirk as his calming patchouli fills the air around us.
“Fine,” he grumbles, the wind having already left his sails. “But if it goes sideways, I will be saying I told you so. I feel like some part of this plan could compromise the restraining order.”
He might be right, but I think our omega deserves to see some justice.
“Shall we head out then?” I ask.
Brooks looks up at me with surprise.
“What, now?”
I nod. “Now. According to the confirmation from the court officer we hired, they’ll be served tonight.”
Brooks scrubs a hand down his face, then nods and pulls his phone out.
“Let’s go then,” he says into the phone a moment later, and I hear a yelled, “We’re coming!” from the other end.
Brooks yanks it from his ear with a cringe, then looks at the screen.
“They hung up. They called me from the barn earlier, so I assume they’ll be here any minute.”
We shove ourselves into my pickup this time, deeming Brooks’ work truck compromised after they saw him the other day. Plus, I’m a bit of a control freak sometimes, and I want to be able to get us out of there fast if needed.
“I cannot freaking wait to see their ugly faces when they’re told they have to stay away from you,” Riley says in the backseat.
Him and Sage are practically vibrating with a combination of nerves and excitement, but I can’t help the anxious uncertainty that rolls through me. I keep my eyes vigilant on the road, even though there’s no reason to think we’ll see them on the way there.
