Page 30 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Bring them,” Angel says, grabbing a piece of paper beside the flowers. He turns to me with a huge smile on his face.

“She gave us her phone number. She didn't just up and leave us. Last night meant more to her than you think, Beck.”

I take the note and read it one… two… three times, waiting for the words to change.

For her to be like thanks for the knot, have a great life…

Sadly, that's happened before. But no, her words are sweet and they make me feel better.

Beckett,Angel & Tate,

Thank you for last night.For showing me what it felt like to be with true alphas.

For giving me a memory to cherish.

I hope to see you all again one day.

If you'd like to message me I'll answer.

555-091-3475

Xo,

Belle

Tate opensthe door and grabs my hand, pulling me. “If we don't hurry she could leave.”

“Yeah, I'm ready.”

Pushing my glasses up my nose, he gives me a quick kiss, then we race back into the airport.

As we enter Terminal five, there is someone waiting for us with fake smiles.

“Hi, I was hoping I'd get to see you all before you left,” Rissa, the attendant from last night says.

She's wearing something rather revealing for work, and her lips are a bold red color.

I don't know what she's hoping to get out of this, but she reminds me of the omega that destroyed Tate.

She's hungry, and doesn't care who she needs to step on to get what she wants.

“Yes, well we are headed out now. We have to get to LA for work,” Angel says, walking around her. Tate and I follow, and she huffs behind us.

“I always heard that Knotty Trip was nice to their fans,” she shouts loud enough for a few people to stop what they are doing and look over here.

Fuck, if they get recognized then we will never get out of here. Tate stops walking, squeezes my hand, then let's go and turns to face the pissy alpha.

“Well if we hadn't been stranded here because of a storm then we may have been a little nicer. We are tired, hungry, and have shit we need to do. So please cause a scene, because I would love to report you to your manager again,” he barks, and she cowers.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” she whispers, then walks off. She attempts to keep her head and shoulders tall, but her pace is hurried.

“Good job,” Angel remarks, smacking Tate on the shoulder, and he laughs.

That could have been bad, but thankfully this place isn't busy.

We continue through the airport and hop on one of the trains to take us to Terminal One.

I have a hunch Belle is trying to get a rental, but little does she know that I rented all the remaining cars, so that she couldn’t leave.

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