Page 57 of His Sassy Omega
Wade might change his hair color every week, and wear ridiculous t-shirts with crazy sayings on them. He was most definitely over the top and extra, all the time, but he was also loyal and really freaking smart. I knew without a doubt, that no matter what came out of my mouth, he would never judge me. He’d always had my back.
“Can you go somewhere to talk?” I asked him, glancing towards the swinging doors of the kitchen. It was quiet out front, as it should be sincewe usually closed at three in the afternoon. Josh was going to try to get a couple of hours of sleep and come in later tonight to work on more orders. We were essentially tag-teaming, and catching sleep where we could this week, or that was the plan. We’d see how well it went.
Regardless, I knew my conversation with Wade would involve a lot of gasping, shouting, and dramatics from him, and I didn’t want Lachlan to hear any of it.
“Someplace that Lachlan can’t hear you?” I said, sinking gratefully into one of the chairs at the table. I sighed, feeling all the effects of being up since two a.m. and standing on my feet all day, hit me like a brick wall. I shouldn’t have sat. Sitting was bad. I might not get up again for hours.
“I…” Wade paused, then followed it with a quiet, “yes. Hold on.”
I listened to the muffled sounds of him walking, then heard the snick of a door closing softly.
“Okay, I’m alone. Why is Lachlan sending you food? And asking me a million questions about you?”
What was I ready to tell him? How much?
I needed to talk to someone about the big subject I’d been doing my best to ignore. All these crazy feelings and emotions I was having. I felt like I was all over the place, and I was making myself dizzy with it.
“Do you believe in fated mates?” I finally asked.
“You know I do, you dipshit. We’ve talked about this like a zillion and one times, and you always tell me that I’m nuts.”
I did do that. Wade believed in all the romantic bullshit in the movies, and I… well…didn’t.
“I think Lachlan might be – is – my fated mate.” It felt odd finally saying the words out loud, but in a way, it was a relief. I waited for the explosion I was sure was going to follow my confession, and was slightly disappointed when all I heard was silence on the other end of the phone.
Crickets.
“Wade?” I’d never experienced Wade speechless before, and it was terrifying.
“Are you having a stroke?” His shrill voice was an octave higher than normal. “Should I call someone? Because it sounded like you said Lachlan Sinclair is your fated mate.”
“Yeah, took me by surprise, too. You’re the first person I’ve said it out loud to.”
“Wait, you and Lach haven’t talked about it? Not that I’m not happy to be the first,” he muttered. “I have so many questions. Sooo many.”
“I wouldn’t talk about it. With him. Or, at all. I wouldn’t say it out loud,” I admitted.
I was a coward. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen when I did say the words out loud. Whatever I had imagined, nothing earth-shattering changed in my world. It was all very anticlimactic.
“You need to catch me up here, Quinn.” Wade was serious. “What happened between him pissing you off to the point of kicking him out of your bakery, to you discovering you’re fated mates? I need details!”
That last part was the Wade I knew and loved. I let out a relieved breath. I’d thought I’d broken him.
I caught him up. I told him about Lachlan’s apology, to the meeting about the brunch that had ended up with us having sex. I left out most of the intimate details I would have normally shared with him, but he didn’t seem to mind this time. I didn’t think he’d really want to know that his boss had a master’s degree in rimming. Or, that he liked being held down. Or, that I’d popped his knot cherry. Some things were better left not shared, even between the best of friends.
I didn’t feel right about sharing sex details with him. There was something so intimate between what was going on with Lachlan and me, and Iwanted to keep that part of it private. To myself. It was all mine, and not for anyone else to know.
I couldn’t explain this feeling, it wasn’t anything I had encountered before, but it was there. It was time I started admitting it.
I told Wade about our dinner date, running into Leo and his very pregnant omega. That earned me the correct amount of reaction from Wade.
He’d hated Leo from the beginning, didn’t know why I was even wasting my time with him, since I didn’t want to be tied down to an alpha anyway. Especially when Leo had been all about tying me down (and not in the way I liked), from the get-go.
Yeah, Leo was a mistake I wished I’d never made, or wasted my time on, but live and learn.
Honestly, I’d been bored and horny, and I’d let it go on too long. Especially for mediocre, unfulfilling sex. There had been a small part of me that had liked the feeling of being with someone, that someone had wanted me for more than a night. Because no one ever had before. I’d loved that feeling more than I’d ever loved Leo. Or, thought I’d loved him. What I’d felt for him hadn’t been love.
I told Wade about tossing Lachlan out of my bed, him showing back up with donuts, and taking him to meet Gigi. That had gotten another over-the-top gasp from Wade.
