Page 53 of Two For the Show
Quinton pulls his phone out of his pocket and pokes around the screen for a moment, and then music fills the space from a small speaker. The singer has a unique voice and a simple guitar backing. He holds his hand out to me and bows exaggeratedly, like we are in a regency drama.
“May I have this dance?”
“How could I say no to you?” I tease, placing my hand in his. He pulls me close, and we begin to sway, no formal steps between us.
The Alpha pulls me tightly against him, his slim hips fitting between mine perfectly, and ducks his head to my ear. “Matteo is making us dinner,” he says softly. “And then he’s going to draw you.”
“Draw me?” My voice is so high-pitched it’s nearly a squeak. “What do you mean?”
“You left him smelling like a French patisserie, so it’s only fair that he draws you like one of his French girls.” Matteo snorts a laugh from the kitchen.
“I know that reference, but never saw the movie,” I admit. “It seemed too sad. Everyone goes on and on about how it’s some sweeping romance, but without a happily ever after, it’s not a romance.”
He spins me out and then pulls me down with him onto the couch. “Ah, but it’s not actually a romance, is it?”
“What is it if not a romance?” Matteo asks as he stirs something that smells delicious. Tomato sauce?
“It’s a love story, sure. But it’s also a romantic disaster.”
“Romantic disaster sounds like my life,” I mutter, wiggling into Quinton’s embrace.
The Alpha turns his head to kiss me on the hair. “I’ll make you a promise right here, right now, Alex.” His voice is uncharacteristically serious, and I straighten my back. When we lock eyes, I see nothing but genuine, earnest affection in his. “I can’t rewrite the first act of your story, but the second will be an actual sweeping romance. With no question about the happily ever after.”
His words wrap around my heart and pull me down, leaving me no doubt he’ll do everything in his power to fulfill that promise.
I still worry about what is going to happen when Rich,Greg, and Tripp catch up with us, because that part of my life is sure to come barrelling into this one at some point, but if Quinton Black has anything to say about it, we’re going to live happily ever after.
He traces my jaw with his fingertips before leaning down and kissing me with a gentleness that has my belly doing flips. The kiss is everything I used to dream about when I was a young Omega in my bedroom, watching the movies that told me that there was a prince out there waiting for me. That one day he’d come in and sweep me off my feet, whisking me away to a happily ever after that would go down in history.
I have spent my life waiting for that prince.
No one told me he’d be chronically ill, a sword swallower, and always a little bit stoned.
But he is a prince all the same.
Chapter 22
Quinton doesn’t knowhow close Alex is to falling in love with him.
She may not even be aware of it yet. But I can feel it. I can recognize it in her bond, because it’s exactly the way I feel when I look at him.
That’s the thing about Quinton Black. It’s impossible not to love him. There is something about that man that is undeniable.
I knew he’d be the first one to capture her heart. From the moment he explained to me what nest shopping together meant, some part of me knew. Her Omega needs his Alpha, and it has nothing to do with the Foresaken Omega Syndrome or Rot.
There is a piece of her that breaks the norm and has been waiting for someone like Quinton to cherish it.
Quinton is not a stereotypical Alpha. He’s smaller, gentler, calmer. He’s got this aura about him that draws people in and puts them at ease. I saw it in action right when she joined us, and I see it now in the way they lazily kiss one another.
Piece by piece, thread by thread, they are weaving themselves together, and both will come out stronger for it.
I could watch the two of them together for hours.
Alex probably doesn’t want to hear it yet, or maybe she doesn’t need to because she can already feel it through our bond, but I’m absolutely crazy about her, too.
I think what cemented it is the way she so easily took care of Quinton when I fucked up and cut him. I was careless, not considering how a new sound crew would impact our act, and he paid the price for it.
But Alex didn’t judge me for my mistake. She immediately jumped into action, fixing him up with ease and commanding me around in a way that was so natural it was like we’d worked alongside one another for our whole lives.
