“Where’s Addison?” I ask as I look around the room, but as the question slips out, I know the answer. I can feel it in my bones, she’s gone.
“She’s gone?” Reid sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Where did she go?’
“How the fuck do I know?” I growl.
Scrambling out of bed, I rush to the bathroom, checking to see if she’s in there. She’s not.
Her dress is gone, and so are her phone and purse. My heart sinks, my pulse quickening as panic starts to seep in.
She’s gone. We lost her. How the fuck did we lose her when we just found her?
“Maybe she just went out to get something to eat? I know she didn’t eat much during her heat.”
“She’s gone.” I glare at him. “She left.”
“She couldn’t have just left.” Reid gapes at me. “We’re her scent matches.”
“And until just three days ago, we were strangers. She probably woke up, realized what happened, and freaked the fuck out.”
Reid gets out of bed and starts looking around like she might be playing hide and seek. He sees something on the desk andpicks it up. “She left a note.” He reads it aloud, and my panic escalates.
“A few days.” I groan. “I don’t want to wait a few days. I don’t want to wait a few minutes! I want my Omega, Reid. And I want her now.”
“You think I don’t?” Reid glares at me. “I’m missing her just as much. But I understand why she left. Hell, she went to the party with another pack and left with us. It’s got to be a lot for her to deal with.”
“Please, that pack was a fucking joke, and she was literally hiding from them. I don’t think it was a hardship on her to end up with us.”
“Maybe not, but it’s not always easy for people to accept that they found their scent matches out of the blue. Not if it’s something they weren’t expecting, nor wanting.”
“So, you’re saying she doesn’t want us?” I glare at him.
He sits on the edge of the bed, still naked, resting his head in his hands. “No.” He groans. “That’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is, give the girl a few days, like she asked. Then we reach out.”
“What if she’s hurt? What if something happened to her? You want me to wait three days to make sure she’s not dead in some ditch?” I growl, hands on my hips, ignoring the fact that I’m also completely naked.
The last three days were a blur. A delicious, knot-throbbing blur. I can still taste her sweet cupcake scent on my tongue, the way she felt around my knot as she came so damn perfectly for me.
I’m already starting to get restless being away from her.
“Three days.” I start to pace. “How am I going to wait three days to talk to her? What does this mean, Reid? We live in Nashville. If she lives here, we’re never going to see her. I can’t be without her.”
“You’re jumping the gun. We know nothing about her, Carson. That's the point. Before we make assumptions, how about we talk to our girl first?"
“I’d love to.” I throw my hands in the air. “But she said to wait three days!”
“We have to get back home. We have a game tomorrow and two more later this week.”
“Fuck hockey. None of that matters, only she does, Reid. My heart only beats for her now.” I slap my chest.
He groans, burying his face deeper into his hands. “I should have known you were going to be dramatic about this.”
“I’mdramatic?” I gape at him. Is he for real? “You’re not dramatic enough! How are you not losing your mind right now!?”
“Because I can’t. Because it doesn’t help anything. Because we still have a life to live. The whole world doesn’t stop because we found an Omega. Now, get in the shower, then get dressed, and let me book our flights home. I’m sure Marilyn is losing her mind since we’ve been MIA.”
“Fine.” I huff. “But, I’m not happy about it!”
“Thank you.” He sighs.
