Page 6 of A Knotty Road Trip

“It’s our pleasure.”

Watching the guys with Isabella, I snap a few photos after her mother, Maia, signed a photo release. I don’t plan to use this asclout, but I would like to add these sweet moments to their social media.

It’s rare to catch a genuine smile on Tate’s face. His blue eyes sparkle under the twinkling lights from the holiday decorations. He looks up at me with a grin, and I can admit I’m starting to get hard.

Not the time or place!

My phone rings, alerting me of an alarm I set for the flight, and Angel frowns. “Well my dear, Isabella, it seems our time has come to an end, but how about a quick song before we go?”

Tate climbs to his feet and moves over to the guitar case in the corner. He never goes anywhere without it. Angel takes a seat at the small table and helps Isabella sit on his lap.

“Is this okay?” He checks with her mom, and she nods. Lifting her phone, she looks at me for permission.

“We usually don’t allow personal videos, but if it’s okay with Tate and Angel, I’ll allow it,” I state, and Angel scoffs.

“It’s fine.”

Tate stands behind Angel, and I move out of the way as they perform a quick holiday carol for Isabella and her mom. It’s not an original, but a classic and when Isabella joins them in the chorus my heart thaws a little more.

After the final note plays, and the guys say their goodbyes, I check the monitor in the hall, showing our flight. We still have maybe thirty minutes before we will be boarding, but we need to get to our gate. I’m sure the guys are going to want something to eat as well.

“I hate my dad, but I want one of them,” Tate mutters as he meets me over by the elevator.

Taking my bag from me and placing the strap over his shoulder, he grabs my hand again. I glance at him. “Want what?”

“A kid. I don’t want to settle down yet, but I want the way a child loves unconditionally no matter what. I want one of them. With you and Angel. Maybe we could just find a surrogate.”

I’m at a loss for words as he tugs me into the elevator, and Angel joins us. I know that his ex-girlfriend did a number on him and that’s one of the reasons that he’s fighting finding an omega, but…

“Just consider it, okay. I will do the stupid dates so my dad will get off our backs, but I’d rather just keep our family small.”

Angel grunts, agreeing, and I nod. The elevator stops, and I walk over to our gate. Angel and Tate are talking about food, and I’m about to chime in when I smell it. The richest peppermint mocha. I can almost taste the smooth chocolate on my tongue. My mouth waters, and my pants tighten.

I’m not using any scent blockers, because I like to know if someone is going to be a threat.

Glancing around, I notice a cute blonde cuddled up in a chair in the corner. She seems to be arguing with someone on the phone, and when her gray eyes meet mine, then flick over to Angel, I know that we are fucked.

Who would have thought I’d find my perfect match in an airport.

CHAPTER THREE

BELLE

Ican feel him staring at me, but I don't know if it's because my father just broke my heart with his words, for the billionth time, or he's just another alpha looking for an omega.

Sighing, I grab my Kindle and try to read the book Dotty recommended. It's a spicy holiday novella which is perfect for the season.

We should be boarding soon, but as I glance out the huge window, all I can see is snow.

Shouldn't there be a plane? Grabbing my phone, I check the flight app and groan. Shit! We've been delayed two hours.

My father is going to throw another fit, and I don't want to listen to him berate me. Deciding not to tell him, I reach for my bag and stuff my things back inside.

If I'm going to be sitting here a while then I need something to eat. Looking around, I avoid the group of alphas across fromme and purposely go around them as I stand and walk down the hall.

I can hear them whispering about something, but it's not my business. Passing the bathroom again, I decide to stop and wash my hands.

I'm itchy for some reason, and the cool water helps to calm my nerves. After splashing a little on my face and the back of my neck, I try to smile at my reflection.

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