Page 56 of His Sassy Omega
“This is what we mere mortals call food. Lunch specifically, or early dinner?” He shrugged. “Special delivery with your name on it.”
I put down the bag of red royal icing I was holding. I shook out my hands, feeling them tingle. “I didn’t order anything.”
He shrugged again. “It’s got your name on it, dude. Maybe someone knows you forget to eat when you are in your zone.”
My stomach rumbled again, letting me know I’d neglected it long enough. I opened the bag, inhaling the scents of Chinese food. I pulled out a steaming container of egg drop soup, a package containing four eggrolls, and a huge container of chicken fried rice. All my favorites from my favorite Chinese restaurant.
This had Wade written all over it. He knew the sad reality that I tended to forget to eat when I was baking, especially this time of year. I pulled my phone out and dialed his number. Biting into an eggroll, my eyes closed in bliss as the flavors hit my tongue. The pork, cabbage, and other veggies were just what I’d been craving.
“Best friend for life, how can I help you?” Wade’s voice echoed in my ear, cheery and over the top, and what I would expect from him. I swallowed the scrumptious bite I’d been chewing. This place had the best egg rolls. Ever.
“Thanks for the food,” I mumbled around another bite.
Now that I’d smelled food, and taken a bite, I was starving. Like STARVING in all caps. I wanted to sit down and eat myself into a food coma.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play coy, it’s so not you.” I dipped the end of my egg roll in the sweet and sour sauce. “Seriously, thanks. I’ve been so busy I didn’t realize I hadn’t eaten all day.”
“Hold that thought.” I heard some shuffling, then a quietly whispered, “Did you send food to Quinn?”
I couldn’t hear the reply through the phone, even my ears weren’t that good. But I’d recognize the low timber of Lachlan’s voice anywhere. I ignored the flutter in my stomach and the rush of heat that ran throughme. It was probably my body’s response to having not eaten all day. Low blood sugar or something.
I hadn’t seen Lachlan since Sunday night, and it was only Monday. The sound of his voice, even muffled through a phone, shouldn’t be sending all my nerves tingling. My cat purred, and I shushed him.
I heard more shuffling, then Wade’s clear voice sounding annoyed and full of unanswered questions. “Yeah, that wasn’t me. That was my insane boss. Suddenly the ‘let’s play twenty questions about Quinn’ game we were playing last week makes all kinds of sense. I just figured the man was after your baked goods.”
I sighed, trying to act annoyed at Lachlan. Secretly I was pleased and excited that Lachlan had been asking Wade about me. The food from my favorite restaurant also earned him a couple of brownie points.
I bit into my second egg roll, listening as Wade rambled, “He’s like, obsessed with you. It’s a little creepy. Should I call him off?” His voice had trailed to a conspirator whisper. “Seriously, give me the word and I’ll shut him down.”
If he didn’t sound so serious and unnerved, I might have laughed. “He’s okay, I guess.”
I’d never had anyone send me food before. Or ply my best friend with questions to learn my favorite food and restaurant. It was sweet. A little stalkerish, but sweet.
“That’s all you have to say?” Wade gasped, and I could imagine his hand over his heart. “What is happening right now? Who are you? Andwhatis going on between you and my tall, dark, and oh-so-fuckable boss? Not that I would. Fuck him, I mean. But, you know, heishot.”
“What?” I mumbled, grabbing a fork and digging into the fried rice. I really wanted the soup, but it was steaming hot, so I’d save it for later.
“Don’t you ‘what’ me, Quinn Rafferty,” Wade hissed. “Whatisgoing on? Stop being weird. First Lachlan, and now you. It’s too much weirdness that I’m not involved in, and I won’t have it.” The sound of a stomping foot echoed in my ear.
I rolled my eyes. I loved Wade, but he was so extra sometimes.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” he wheezed.
How the fuck did he know that?
“I know you, that’s how. I know you’re rolling your eyes. You came out of the womb rolling your eyes. I will ask again. What. In. The. Actual. Fuck. Is. Going. On?”
“Wow,” I said around my bite of rice, trying hard not to accidentally suck a piece into my lungs. “Even for you that was a lot.”
“Quinn!” he yelled into my ear, and I could tell by his tone that he was done playing, and wanted some actual answers.
“I swear to God, if you don’t tell me what is going on, I’m going to report Lachlan as a creepy stalker, and watch the police take him out of here in cuffs.”
“You are the most ridiculous person I know.” I had a flash of a naked Lachlan in handcuffs, bound to my bed. Heat rushed through my body so fast I almost dropped my carton of food.
I needed to talk to someone about all these….feelingsI was having, and Wade was my best friend.
