Their responses are almost immediate.
Eli:Remember, any one of us can ride with you if you want.
Knox:Or all of us, convoy style
Walker:We’re here if you need anything.
I stare at the screen longer than necessary, my chest tightening in that dangerous, hopeful way.
I can’t give in.
Not yet.
Lia:I’m good, really. I’ll see you back at the vineyard later.
There’s a pause before the replies come in.
Eli:Drive safe.
Knox:Don’t forget to eat.
Walker:I’ll wait for you, so I know you get here safely.
That makes me smile.
They all make me smile.
And that’s dangerous.
I grab the first stack of pastries and step out of my apartment and into the fresh spring air. But the deep breaths do nothing to calm my swirling thoughts. I need to screw my head on straight. I need to focus.
Right now, I’m an Omega with a business that needs to make deliveries. I’m not a slave to my instincts.
I can’t dwell on how comforting it is to be seen.
I can’t dwell on what my instincts do around those three Alphas.
But I’m also not sure how much longer I can pretend that my instincts don’t matter.
Lia
Dancing in the kitchen is my favorite activity.
The deliveries yesterday went phenomenally, and I started my morning with even more of them. With checks processing to my bank account and bills getting paid on time, I’m starting to feel like I’m finally climbing out of this emergent energy that’s surrounded me for almost a week.
Who cares if a tree limb went through the roof of my apartment? Who cares if my apartment space is half the size I’m used to?
Thanks to my Alphas?—
I freeze in my dancing.
MyAlphas?
Since when?
“Please, don’t stop on my account.”
I gasp and whip around at the sound of Knox’s voice. “Knox.”
