He nods, a half-smile on his lips. “Well, who better to help you with research on Stacia than her twin?”
My stomach drops because he’s right. It would be helpful to question him about his sister, but I really need to get away from his scent.
“Fine,” I bite out. “You—and only you—may come to the office after you’ve used the descenting spray. But eat your lunch first. That’ll give Prescott and me a chance to get things set up.”
“Oh, do you have more people joining you?” Alyssa appears, holding our check. “I thought you might want this, but if you’re not ready?—”
“We’re ready.” I reach over Prescott to snatch the check from her. I go to grab my purse so I can pay, but Prescott stops me as he pulls his card out and hands it to her.
“Thank you, Alyssa. We’ll meet you at the hostess stand,” he says briskly. “We’re in a bit of a hurry.”
Alyssa nods rapidly, reminding me of a bobblehead. “Of course. I’ll be right there.”
As soon as she steps back, Prescott stands and helps me out of the booth. I keep my attention on Knight. “Give us at least an hour, okay?”
“Sure, Luna. I’ll see you in an hour.” He looks as if he wants to say more, but he snaps his mouth shut.
I practically shove Prescott to the front of the diner, hiding behind him so I don’t have to look at Ven or Mack. We only stop long enough for him to sign the credit card slip before I’m pushing him out the door.
“Luna?”
“Not here.” I shake my head, hand finding his as I start back toward the office. “Not until we’re at the office.”
Holding his hand calms me, and by the time we make it to the office, my hands have finally stopped shaking. Neither of us says anything as I unlock the door. As soon as we’re inside, I close and lock the door behind us.
I lay my head on it and suck in a deep breath before releasing it.
“Luna?”
I spin around slowly, keeping my back against the door as I meet his gaze. “I’m sorry I rushed you out. You might have wanted to talk to your scent match.”
“Ourscent match,” he corrects with a sigh. “But that’s not important. You’re upset.”
“How is he even my scent match? We’re both omegas?” I slam my palms against the door. “I didn’t need this right now. Not on top of this Fabian bullshit. Not on top of realizing how I feel about you. It’s too damn much.”
He hums. “You’re panicking.”
“Of course I’m fucking panicking. Why aren’t you? We’re scent-matched to the same omega. If his alphas are his scent matches, then we’re probably scent-matched to them too. I don’t want scent matches, Pres. I don’t even want alphas.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? Are you serious right now? I told you what happened to the last alpha I was involved with! Being with another alpha would feel like I’m replacing him.” I step away from the door, throwing my hands in the air. “Not to mention, who the hell knows what my brother will do when he finds out I’m alive and have scent matches. For all I know, he’ll kill all of you.”
Prescott clears his throat. “I can tell you’re upset, Luna, but I’m going to need you to try that again in English.”
I spin on him with a frown before sighing.
I must’ve switched to Spanish somewhere in there. It doesn’t happen often, but if I get worked up enough, I don’t even realize I’ve changed languages.
Taking a deep breath, I sink onto the couch in the waiting room and lay my head in my hands. When Prescott joins me, I repeat my concerns calmly and most definitely in English.
“Is that what was running through your head the entire time we were sitting there?”
“That and how fucking delicious Knight smelled. It took a hell of a lot of self-restraint not to crawl under the table and pull his cock out to see if he tastes as good as he smells.”
Prescott chokes. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one.”
I glance up at him, and the second our eyes meet, we both burst out laughing.
