“I love your eyes,” he murmurs. “I’d be happy if I could look into them every day.”
I… don’t know what to do with that. I’ve always been told an omega should keep her eyes down. That too much eye contact is seen as a challenge, and from an omega, it’s basically asking for punishment. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, so I close it again.
He quirks a crooked, sad looking smile at me and squeezes my hand again.
“I also like hearing your voice, and your thoughts, when you choose to share them with me.”
Yeah, okay. That’s too much.
I yank my hand from his and turn to open the door, but the latch fumbles in my shaking fingers. Before I can panic, Brooks is on the other side opening it for me, then holding his hand out to help me step down.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome, Petal,” he says.
I jerk my gaze up to his, surprised at the nickname.
“Petal?”
“Soft, but strong. Delicate and feminine. Stunning. Precious…” he trails off as my cheeks heat and I close my eyes, shaking my head as I turn my face away. Unable to take any more of his kind lies.
There’s no way he sees me as all that, but I don’t know how to either accept or protest, so I don’t say anything at all. He envelopes my hand in his, then guides me toward the lavender field in front of us.
My little omega heart is fit to burst, and the date hasn’t really even started yet. All we’ve done is drive for thirty minutes and talk.
It’s dangerous, how fast I’m falling for this comforting alpha.
Chapter Eight
Riley
It’s peak lavender season, so the farm is bustling today with both tourists and staff who are busy harvesting. Luckily, I only have to deal with the gift shop part of that chaos. Neveah is the one in charge of it all, and I don’t begrudge her that responsibility one tiny bit.
Then again, nothing seems to phase my alpha, let alone stress her out. She’s always so poised and in control, it irks me. I guess that’s probably why I like to push her buttons so much.
Customers filter in and out, most purchasing tickets to walk into the fields for photos or lavender picking. More simply want to snag a gift or explore the niche lavender-infused items we have for sale.
I’m checking in with the local teen we hired to work the cash register this summer when my eye snags on the biggest alpha I’ve ever seen. He looks like the real life version of a bull in a china shop, except it’s an alpha in a flower shop. My breath catches when he turns sideways to fit around a display,his biceps bulging in a tight t-shirt and a look of fierce concentration on his face.
And what a gorgeous face it is, too. Thick brows and a strong nose, a square jaw with a perfectly trimmed beard framing lips that look far softer than they have any right to. To top it all off, he has unruly auburn hair that is haphazardly pulled up into a knot on the crown of his head.
Dead. I am dead at how hot he is.
I want to see his eyes, but they’re stuck darting between the displays and… I lean sideways to see a petite woman next to him. An omega, I’m assuming. Disappointment blooms and I frown, turning my attention back to the cashier next to me so I can finish restocking the bills in the register.
Alphas with omegas aren’t interested in betas.
“Two tickets for the fields, please.”
The deep voice seeps into my skin, and before looking up I already know who it’s going to be.
“I’ve got this one, Kenny,” I say, shoeing the kid away so I can help the burly alpha. I’m a glutton for punishment.
Then I lift my eyes, only instead of going to his, they catch on the omega next to him. I blink in surprise to see her peeking at me from behind long, wavy brown hair. It hangs past her waist, disappearing below where I can see from this side of the counter.
My eyes flit back up to hers. Big brown doe eyes. So pretty, and sosad.
I suck in a surprised breath, then nearly choke on her scent.
