Page 35 of His Sassy Omega
“Yes, I’ve met my fated mate. No, there was no claiming done.”
“Where is this person?” Brendan asked before I could.
“I have no idea where he is.” Jamie finally said. “My guess is, either dead or doesn’t want to be found. Since I’ve tried to find him, with no luck, my guess is he is dead. If I can’t find him, no one can. It’s been five years, and no trace of him.”
I squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Like I said, sometimes Fate gets it wrong. Now tell us about this person you met.” He was changing the subject, avoiding the topic, but I let him. It was clear that he didn’t want to talk about this. Given the time frame, he possiblycouldn’ttalk about it, with his previous work.
“I…” I was back to not being sure what I wanted to share with them about Quinn. “I think he’s my fated mate. I’m about ninety percent sure. I haven’t claimed him. It’s very early yet. We are getting to know each other.”
“Well…I’ll try to get Mom to call this thing off,” Jamie drawled, switching back to our earlier conversation, and the reason we were meeting tonight. “I may need to divulge this news to her. Are you prepared for that fallout?”
I wasn’t sure I was ready for anything yet. I wanted to see how things progressed between Quinn and me first. Christmas was still a few weeks away. What if Jamie told our mom I was seeing someone, and then Quinn and I weren’t a good match? That Quinn decided he really didn’t want amate. He didn’t want me. Our mom would be even more out of control than she already was.
I hoped that wouldn’t happen. I needed time to sort out all the feelings I had for Quinn. It was all happening quickly, and I felt like I was on a runaway train, barreling towards a massive crash. Quinn was prickly and independent, sassy as hell, and he’d made it clear he did not need an alpha. But, damn, the chemistry between us was off the charts amazing, if the events of last night were any indication.
“I’ll talk to her.”
This was my life, my possible mate, and I’d take care of dealing with our mom. I was a thirty-eight-year-old alpha, after all. I ran a multi-billion-dollar foundation and handled hundreds of employees. Wade handled them, we all knew that, but I was still the top alpha in charge.
I could handle our omega mother. Forget the fact that she was a small, terrifying woman.
Brendan was glancing at the Santa line again, clearly done with our conversation, and pushing Finn to move so he could exit the booth.
“What the hell?” Finn grumped when his drink splashed his hand. He got up, shaking the water off himself.
“Good seeing you guys.” Brendan called over his shoulder. “Good luck, Lach. Gotta go.”
“And he’s off,” Jamie muttered.
Finn’s eyes followed Brendan in the crowd before he sat down again. “I ask again, what did I miss?”
I shrugged, not having an answer.
Jamie grinned. “He saw a boy.”
Finn nodded as if he completely understood. “Got it.”
Jamie turned his attention back to me. “Now, tell us about this someone you met.”
I opened my mouth, ready to gush about Quinn, then snapped my jaws shut.
“It’s really new,” I repeated. I didn’t know why I hesitated to share my feelings with my brothers, but I did. It was new, and I had no idea where it was headed. Quinn and I were so different, and a part of me wasn’t sure we would be good for each other. That small part terrified me. The part where he, like anyone I’d ever slightly cared about before, decided I was too much, or not enough, and walked out the door.
Finn sipped his water, glancing at his phone. “How new?”
“We are going on our first date tomorrow.”
Jamie stared me down, and Finn frowned. “Wait, I thought you had already met?
“We did,” I said. “I told you, I didn’t meet him through the matchmaking agency. We met and I asked him out. That’s how things usually work in the dating world.” Not exactly how things had gone down, but I wasn’t filling in the blanks for them.
Jamie’s head swiveled to the bar, and his body instantly tensed. I glanced that way but didn’t see anything that would suggest Jamie’s change in body language. Jamie always saw things none of the rest of us did.
He stood up, his eyes never leaving the bar. “Gotta go take out some trash,” he muttered. “Good luck on your date. And with Mom. You’re going to need it.” He strode towards the bar, his long legs eating up the distance, as people parted like the Red Sea for him.
“That’s two down,” Finn muttered, his phone lighting up. “Make that three. Patient in labor. Gotta go.”
