I rubbed my chest, confused by the tight feeling that seemed to settle there since I said goodbye to her yesterday.
By the time my watch read nine o’clock, I was done waiting. It was only a ten-minute drive to her house, but being there early would give me a chance to check over the grounds and security system.
Or at least, that’s what I told myself.
Everything was quiet when I pulled into the driveway. The house was tucked away in the back of the historic neighborhood, the trees blocking the view of the other homes. I didn’t like how isolated she was back here.
I checked all the cameras I’d set up, and they were functioning as they should. Finally, I couldn’t put it off longer and climbed onto the porch. I’d barely knocked on the doorwhen it flew open. Westin was wearing jeans and a Vanilla Pie Bakery t-shirt that stretched tight across her tits.
Not that I noticed.
“Morning.” She exited the house with a bounce and locked the door behind her. “Thanks for getting here early.”
Westin brushed against me before practically skipping to the car. The feel of her skin against mine was electric.
“Umm, morning,” I said, bewildered. I would have expected an omega who was in danger after being attacked to be timid and tearful, but Westin was all smiles and energy.
She looked over her shoulder and called out, “You should come into the bakery and get coffee and breakfast. We’ve got the best in town, and I’m not just saying that.” Then she opened the passenger door and got in my car.
I looked around, completely taken aback by this vibrant, sassy omega. I strode over to the car and reopened the passenger door. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Westin was already buckled, her bag on the floor in front of her. “Sitting in the back is so boring,” she said, sticking her lip out in a pout.
I shouldn’t put up with this. I should put my foot down and force her to sit in the back.
“You won’t always get your way, princess.”
She bit her lip to hide her smile and I sighed heavily, closing the car door and heading to the driver’s side.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked, pulling out of the neighborhood. It looked like she had used some sort of makeup to cover the bruise on her face.
“Fine,” she said, biting her lip. I wanted to tell her to stop… Her poor lip had endured enough already.
Westin shifted in her seat and I got the sense again that she was hiding something from me.
“What’s your favorite dessert?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Don’t know that I have a favorite,” I grunted.
“Oh, come on,” she said with a bit of a whine. “Tell me.”
“I like… fruit things.”
“Fruit things? If you tell me eating a piece of fruit is just as good as eating cake?—”
“No,” I said, my lip almost ticking up in a smile. “I like desserts with fruit. Like strawberry cake.”
Westin was quiet and I glanced over at her.
“What, that’s not a good enough choice for you?”
“No, it’s good.” She smiled softly, playing with the edge of her shirt.
I parked on the street outside the bakery. I shut off the car and turned to face her. “Before we go in, we need to talk about something.”
Her smile fell as she took in my serious tone.
“I think you’re hiding something from me about your health. If I’m going to guard you, we need honesty between us. I can’t stand liars.” My voice was hard and I kept my gaze on her, wanting to see how she reacted.
