Page 15 of Sawyer and the Bookworms

I glance over to see and I find myself staring.

Well, damn…

The guy looks like an omega. A little short, cute, with dark curls and big eyes.

Unexpectedly hot.

He’s with a group who are dancing around him, while he’s just standing there, staring at us, as Roman said.

“Ky, do you know him? Ky.” At his silence, I turn to shoot him a look. “You do, don’t you?”

“I met him the other day at a café downtown.” He scowls when I lift my brows. “I needed a coffee and I discovered a whole damn library in the back.”

“In the back of the café?”

“Yeah! Like, this guy who owns it decided to have books for his customers to read. And then I pissed him off.”

“What the hell did you do? And why did he get upset?”

Kyrian shrugs.

The cute, hot guy has now turned his back on us and is dancing with his friends. Nice ass…

“Wait a sec.” I lift a finger. “He’s the owner of the café?”

“Yup. I didn’t know, either. Not until I grabbed a book and shelved it on another shelf, and he got mad at me for ruining his system.”

“Oh, that explains the look,” I mutter. “That’s kind of an extreme reaction, though.”

Only he hadn’t looked mad. He’d looked… interested. Or am I projecting?

“His system was just sorting the books by color,” Kyrian protests. “Or so it looked, anyway. He was spitting mad.”

“Why would you go around rearranging people’s books?” Roman asks.

“I wasn’t. I was just taking a look at the books,” Kyrian admits. “I hadn’t meant to rearrange them. Hadn’t realized there was a system, to be honest.”

Roman chuckles. “Figures. He’s pretty. He’s an omega, right?”

Kyrian swallows. “He sure smelled like one.”

“Sweet,” I breathe.

And what’s the matter with me? I’m not into omegas. Yeah, yeah, all alphas are into omegas. Well, I’ve never felt the pull, okay? The need. I have my men, and if I ever find myself in need of a softer side, Roman just about rides that boundary between rugged and beautiful. He’s a beta and has that athletic grace about him that is so common in his designation, but not being much into competitive sports, he has that willowy frame of acrobats and dancers.

Not like this Sawyer with his boyish looks and smaller body.

Which I’m not thinking about.

Not one fucking bit.

Though both my men are still staring Sawyer’s way. All three of us watch him dance in silence. We watch him down two shots, one after the other, and grab another male omega, from the looks of it. He dances a sort of… jig with him.

Then he turns to one of the alphas in the group and climbs onto his back, so that the alpha now dances with Sawyer piggybacking on him.

“He has a pack,” I state the obvious.

“Mm… Yeah, from the looks of it,” Roman says, using my shoulder now as a lever to rise on tiptoe to see better. “I mean, it’s a pretty clean act, but they all seem close.”

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