I scoff, waving him off. “She’s our scent match. She was stuck with our crazy asses anyway. But nooooow.” I grin. “When we’re not able to be with her, she’s still wearing our mark. No man will go anywhere near her knowing she’s all packed up. God, this makes me feel so much better.”
“You’re fucking insane, you know that, right?” he mutters.
“Duh.” I chuckle. “But you love me anyway, bestie.” I place a soapy kiss on his cheek.
“I’m debating my life choices right now,” he calls after me as I head back to the bathroom.
“Doesn’t matter,” I shout back. “I’ll always find you!”
The whole flight back, I feel a sense of wrongness in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn’t be travelling away from Addison, but towards her.
I can’t say for sure, but unless she hopped on a flight as soon as she slipped out of the hotel room, I’d guess that she lives in the LA area since she was already home when I texted.
Sure, it’s a five-hour flight one way, and we have the money to fly out whenever we want, but it’s not the money that's the issue, it’s the time. We’re dead in the middle of hockey season, we hardly have days off. How the hell are we going to have enough time with her?
Maybe she would be willing to move out here. Nashville is nice. She’d love it here.
The first day after we return home, we’re right into practice. Thankfully, Coach was understanding when he found out about our Omega and why we were gone for so long.
However, he’s not very happy about my lack of focus during practice. “What the hell, Rider?” Coach growls. “What the hell was that?”
“You can’t be mad at me, Coach. I’m a man in pain.” I drop onto the bench dramatically. “I’m an Alpha without his Omega. A lung without its air, a peanut without its jelly.”
“You’re going to be a player without a team if you don’t smarten the fuck up. Handle your personal shit on your own time, Rider.”
“She consumes me, man.” I pull my helmet off. “She’s in my veins.”
“Are you high?” he asks, narrowing his brows.
“On my Omega?” I grin. “So damn high.”
“Parker. Deal with your buddy here. He’s freaking me the hell out.” Coach leaves, and Reid skates over.
Practice is still going on, but I can’t focus.
“Has it been three days?” I ask Reid.
“No,” he sighs, “And you need to get your head on straight. Think of it this way: if you can’t focus, you can’t play your best. If you can’t play your best, then you will get benched, and eventually kicked off the team. Then you’re going to be poor and won’t be able to spoil the fuck out of Addison.”
“Oh shit. You’re right.” My eyes widen. “Alright, Coach, put me in.” I shove my helmet on and make my way back on the ice.
“Seriously,” he asks Reid, “Is he on drugs?”
“No.” Reid chuckles. “Just a few screws loose. He will be fine.”
“He better be.”
The rest of practice is great, but as we make our way to the locker room to shower and change, I’m back to thinking about Addison.
“I wonder what she’s doing right now?” I sigh as we enter our house.
It’s a five-bedroom mini mansion with a pool, basketball court, and a home theater. Everything two bachelor Alphas could ever want.
Now that life is behind us, I’m going to have to make up one of the guest rooms for Addison. I’ll have to figure out which one would be the best for her to make a nest in as well.
Shit. I know next to nothing about taking care of an Omega. Do they have crash courses for dummies on this? I’ll have to do some research.
“No idea,” Reid says. “But I know what I want to do. Game. I really need to unwind, and nothing does that better thanTwisted Valley.”
