The click of heels interrupted before I could jump in and help. There she was, phone raised high and lips pursed into a sour look.
“I’m documenting so that you don’t try to take anything that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Good thing I kept receipts for every bit of equipment I bought with my own money,” Rylan said as folded the massage table in the corner.
“Omegas. You’re all so fucking vindictive.”
I turned slowly from where I was gathering a stack of towels. My eyes narrowed on her. “Is that how you run your business? Giving attitude and disgust to omegas who walk through your door? That might be something the licensing board would find very interesting.”
Her eyes narrowed back. “You have no evidence.”
“I’m a journalist, I promise I always have evidence.” I tapped the phone I had poking out of the front pocket of my jacket. Her eyes widened and she turned sharply and ran away, heels clacking as she disappeared around the corner.
Rylan let out a wheezing laugh and I turned around to see him doubled over. It took him a minute to get himself together, tears in his eyes as he shook his head.
“Is the phone even recording?”
I snorted. “No. I was bluffing, but she needed kicked off her high horse.”
He started gathering the bags he’d filled and shook his head. “You’re a full menace and I love it.”
“I protect my people,” I shrugged as I helped carry his things out. The lobby was empty when we walked through. I guess she was more afraid of being exposed than holding onto her hate.
“I genuinely think she hired me as some kind of power trip. So she’d be able to ‘put an omega in their place’ more than hiring me for my skills.”
We put the few boxes he had into the back of his car before a familiar scent hit us. We both froze as Kota stepped forward, an eager smile on his face.
“You should have called, I could have done the heavy lifting,” he said, flexing to prove his point. I swear on anyone else that would have been such a dick move, but he just looked excited.
“We managed just fine,” Rylan argued, still reluctant to trust Kota.
To his credit, the delta was unaffected. “Coach gave us the day off to prepare for our outing. I hear you’re coming… is this the friend you’re bringing?”
Rylan rolled his eyes. “I see there are no secrets at the arena.”
“Nope,” Kota agreed, then raised an eyebrow, still waiting for our answer.
“Yes, he’s coming with me. We’re about to go find some swimwear for the resort.”
His eyes lit up and I swear sunshine exuded from his pores. “Can I come? Shopping is my thing.”
He did a little spin and pose, showing off his outfit. I had to admit, the delta had style. He was wearing white slacks, a tan, knit button-up shirt, and brown leather shoes. Even the chunky leather bracelet on his wrist was on point.
“We aren’t dolls who need to be dressed up, but I suppose you can come, delta. If you can handle some omega shopping,” Rylan challenged.
Kota’s grin brightened and he winked. “Oh, I promise. I have plenty of stamina. I’ll always keep up with you.”
Chapter
Nine
Greer
The pup in my arm was trying to wiggle free as I stalked through the arena. His tongue was hanging out, eyes bright and excited, a slight whine telling me to let him down to explore.
“Not yet buddy, I have a point to prove,” I muttered, giving him a quick pet of reassurance as I stalked to the offices.
When I pushed into Hayes’s office he froze, face a mask of confusion as he took in his quiet player holding a wriggling Australian Shepherd puppy.
