They looked baffled. I tugged on his arm and we continued on.
“If we don’t find this person by the end of this lap, I say we just leave,” Steven added.
That sounded good to me. But Marilyn would probably have issues if we stood the omega up.
“Just keep looking,” I said softly as I saw Jackson, one of Rhett’s friends, talking to a couple of people, including a pretty blonde, who I think might be an up-and-coming singer.
By the time we finished our lap around the bar, Steven was quite annoyed.
“Let’s get some beers and do one more? Maybe the omega is in a group for safety,” I suggested.
We went to the bar and got beers. If anything, it gave me something to hold on to besides Steven’s hand. There were some texts to the group chat, but I ignored them. No one knew what we were doing tonight, unless Steven told them. I just said we were busy.
While people knew about the bet, no one needed to know that we were out tonight. We had tomorrow off anyway.
I saw Jackson and the blonde leaving.Where are you, omega?
My eyes flickered over the person sitting at the high-top where Jackson had been. They were small, with light-brown, wavy hair, an eyebrow piercing, and a nose piercing.
The person was on their phone, sipping a drink and they wore some kind of jumpsuit with dragonflies. A dragonfly clip sat in her hair next to sunglasses. Their hair? Marilyn had saidshebut I didn’t want to assume. Tan skin. A cute nose that reminded me of a doll with yarn hair my sister had.
Steven followed my gaze. “You’re staring.”
“Sunglasses and dragonflies.” I nodded towards them.
Steven’s jaw went slack as he took in who we hoped was the right omega–otherwise we were just being creepy. He sucked in a breath. “I think that might be the omega? Stunning. I bet she looks hot in flannel.”
Always with the lumberjack jokes. Yes, I liked flannel. Yes, I had an axe in my truck. Yes, I rocked the man bun and beard.
Didn’t really make me a lumberjack.
The fact that I came from a family of loggersdid.But I only did that in the off-season to help out my family.
“It’s got to be her.” He took my hand and tugged me towards the high-top.
They looked up, slightly annoyed. “Can I help you?”
“I hope so. Please tell me that you’re the omega we’re supposed to meet. We’ve been around this bar three times. Otherwise, we’re just super creepy and I really apologize. We were set up, but all we know is that we’re meeting an omega with sunglasses and a dragonfly,” Steven babbled, staring at the omega with moon-eyes.
“You’re meeting someone with sunglasses and dragonflies?” The omega looked down at the dragonflies on their jumpsuit.
“Yeah,” Steven added.
The omega sighed heavily. “Did one of my aunties put you up to this?”
“I think your aunt got in touch with our PR director? Marilyn has been setting everyone on the team up all season. Anyway, I lost a bet and now I have to take out her chosen omega. But don’t worry, she said that this isn’t actually a date, that we’re just supposed to showyou around a little while you’re here in town. I get that you’re probably not interested, but maybe we can just have drinks and then maybe show you something tomorrow, since we have it off? That way we’ll fulfill our duty, and no one gets in trouble.” Steven fidgeted nervously.
“I don’t want anyone to get in trouble.” The omega frowned. “You really have to show me around because you lost a bet?”
Steven nodded. “We can call her if you think we’re faking. But if you look up our hockey team, the Scented Scorpions, you can see that Marilyn has been setting up players from the team. Also, you can find proof that we’re part of it. I’m Steven Andromeda and he’s Gary Ashton. But everyone just calls him Ashton.”
The omega’s look went thoughtful, looking something up. They raised the phone and peered at us.
Steven posed, but I just stood there holding his hand, patiently letting the omega do due diligence to feel safe.
“I believe you. Wow, I have matchmaking aunties, but you have a matchmakingboss.Sucks to be you.” The omega laughed.
“Sometimes.” I suppressed a smile. I liked this one. “Can we sit?”
