Page 22 of Two For the Show
And yet, I want her to come back more than I’ve wanted anything else in my life.
I’m an addict.
And I can’t find it in me to be mad about it.
I’m not moronic enough to think that everything between us is going to be perfect if she makes her way back to us. I mean, I was shitty to her, she’s more flighty than a bird, and we both have enough trust issues to fill a canyon.
It’ll take us a bit to figure this out.
But that’s the change that has happened over the past three months. I want the chance to figure this out.
If she gives it to me.
Finally, I put my sticks down and pull my headphonesoff. I’ve gotten enough demons out for now. I don’t want to wear myself out before the show tonight.
I snag a cold bottle of water from my fridge and gulp it down. My phone is buzzing on the counter with a missed call from Dario.
Before I call him back, I open up the pack group chat, since the notifications in there have blown up.
Jude
Quinton
Holy shit onmyway
Dario
Dexter, where are you? She’s asleep, but you need to be here.
Seriously, you need to get over here. She needs us all right now.
What the fuck are you doing, Dex? She woke up. She’s asking for you.
Oh, shit.
Alex is here.
She came back.
My plan worked.
She came back, and she’s asking for me. For me. After everything, she wants to see me.
I don’t stop to shower, throwing myself out of my trailer and high-tailing it over to Jude’s.
The door slams open as I burst into the crowded space. Jude is on the couch, glaring at me. Dario is on the floor, also glaring at me. Quinton is sitting on the other side of the couch, and yep, he’s glaring at me too. Matteo is stretched across Quinton and Alex’s laps, so I can’t see his expression.
I can make an educated guess about what I would see if I could.
Slowly, I take a couple of steps toward her.
“Hey, Doc,” I say softly. “Sorry, I’m late.”
Matteo shifts so I can get a good look at the runaway Omega. She’s still beautiful, but she looks worn down, similar to how she did after we brought her home from the hospital. I can smell her chocolately scent, but only barely.
She must still be on suppressants.
