“Yeah, that won’t work.”
Cammie straightens her shoulders. “But what if you used Graham and Silas to make him jealous. Maybe Graham could fuck you in the kitchen just as Saint is walking in from the garage.”
I’m beginning to think Cammie’s margarita is stronger than mine.
“Cammie.”
“What? It’s tactical.”
“It’s manipulative.”
She chomps a salsa covered chip. “Hell yes. This is war.”
I sigh. “What else do you have?”
“Ask him to fix something for you.”
No.
“Wear his favorite shirt, and nothing else, when you come down for morning coffee.”
Maybe,my omega says.
No.
“I know! Force him to teach you about coffee. He’s supposed to spend time with you, anyway per the big guy’s courting dictate, right?”
That’s… not a terrible idea. Maybe the margarita is starting to lubricate her brain in the right way.
I think about Saint in that coffee booth at the street fair. His whole body changing when he smelled the beans. The way he forgot, for a moment, that he was supposed to be miserable.
“He can’t resist you, Lark, not if it’s just the two of you.”
I’m not so sure about that. He’s done a helluva good job resisting me thus far. And both my omega and I are sick of it.
“So spend time together? That’s your plan?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, you’re super lovable. And you’re hot—alphas have been losing their mind over you for years. Hell, your booty alone—”
I roll my eyes. “They like your booty, too.”
Now it’s her turn to eyeroll.
“Plus,” she continues, “you two are, you know, matchy-matchy. It’s got to work.”
I pray she’s right. Something needs to happen soon. My heart can’t take much more of this. And neither, I suspect, can Saint's.
Lark
My plans for forcing myself into Saint’s personal space are sidelined. He texted early this morning to say he’s working over for a twelve-hour shift.
“So they only need him for half a shift?”
“Maybe,” Silas says.
We’re sipping coffee on my small balcony. Silas’ warm honey and whiskey scent mixes with the coffee steaming in our mugs. The combination practically melts my insides.
We’ve started sharing time here after Saint and Graham leave for work. It’s a new habit that I hope sticks. Maybe Saint will eventually join us here on his off days, assuming I can convince him to accept me as his mate and, you know, actually spend time with me.
