The question confuses me for a second until he pointedly looks down at Dove. Right. She’s knocked out, and they would probably call the police on us if we dragged an unconscious, unbonded omega through the store.
“I am,” I give a determined nod, “I know exactly wot ’er nest used to look like.”
“I’ll go with you,” Brennan glances at Maverick. “Are you going to be okay waiting in the car?”
Mav grunts, shifting in his seat. “I just beat the shit out of two guys, and you’re questioning if I’mcapableof waiting in a car?” His eyes catch on the omega in the rear view mirror again, and when he notices I’m watching him, he quickly averts his gaze. “Yeah.” He clears his throat, then glances at his knuckles, which are now flaking with dried blood. “I’ll be fine.”
Brennan moves to get out of the car, and carefully, I slide out from underneath Dove, my heart clenching as her head lands on the seat.
I don’t like the thought of her being by herself, with nobody to hold her.
“Maverick.” Fuck, am I really going to ask this? “Will you come sit with ‘er?”
He startles at the question, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “What? No, I can’t—”
“Mav.” I fix him with a look. “You know it’s near killin’ me to even ask you—but if we really are ‘er true scent matches, she needs us to get be’ter. So,please, get inta the back seat and cuddle the omega.”
Finally, he huffs, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the front seat. “If she wakes up, terrified of me…” he grumbles, getting into the back seat, “it’s going to be all your fault.”
“She’ll be knocked out at least twenty-four hours, Mav,” Brennan says, taking off his arsenal and throwing it into the front seat. “You’ll be fine.”
With that, Brennan and I leave Maverick and Wren in the car, and walk into the nesting shop.
Chapter 10
Brennan
I’ve never seen so many fucking pillows in my life.
Ted and I walk into the pristine building that is Nesting Co., the lighting soft, and the noise low. We aren’t the only alphas in here without an omega, but wearethe most clueless looking ones.
“Excuse me,” I approach the customer service desk as Teddy grabs a shopping cart and starts piling soft shit into it, “I have an online order to pick up?”
The customer service rep—a smiling, blonde beta—nods once. “Sure! What’s the name on the order?”
“Brennan,” I tell her, glancing back at Teddy, “Brennan Madford?”
“Oh yes,” she smiles, typing my name into the system, “they are still pulling the items from the floor. Would you mind waiting just a moment?”
“Sure,” I nod, pointing my thumb over my shoulder, “I’m just gonna join my, um…” Shit. What exactly is someone that works for you but is also scent-matched to the same omega as you andyourboss?
I don’t know if the beta woman gets that a lot, or if she just wants me to leave her counter, but she nods either way, anunderstanding smile on her face. “No worries. It should be ready by the time you’re done shopping for your omega.”
That sounds weird.
My omega.
But…she is. Mine, I mean.
And Teddy’s, and Maverick’s.
I can’t believe I…I have a true scent match.
Gods, the way my alpha reacted when her scent reached me, I nearly murdered Victor Caruso right then and there.
But then Maverick ordered me to grab her, and…she felt soright, being held in my arms.
I’ve been entranced by the idea of Wren Messina ever since we were first planning on using her birthday party to investigate Pack Caruso.
