Page 90 of Forget me Knot
“This will do for now. Did you make sure the notice was clearly visible at the shop?”
“Yep,” Sam confirms. “Left a big sign on the door explaining the move and new location.”
We head back to the house, trying to be as quiet as possible as we go to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Sam opens the fridge, pulling out some eggs and bacon. “Might as well cook breakfast while we wait for the lovebirds to wake up.”
I nod, grabbing a frying pan from the cupboard. As Sam starts cracking eggs into a bowl, I suddenly get a bolt of anxiety that Lily will hate us for this.
“Do you think we did the right thing?” I ask quietly. “Moving everything without asking her first?”
Sam pauses, considering. “I think so. Those alphas showing up changed things. We need to keep her safe.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I just hope she sees it that way too.”
“She will,” Sam says confidently, turning back to the cooker. “Lily is smart. She’ll understand we’re doing this out of love.”
As the bacon sizzles, filling the kitchen with its mouthwatering aroma, a moment later, Lily appears in the doorway, wearing one of Jack’s tees, her hair adorably mussed from sleep.
“Morning, beautiful,” Sam greets her with a warm smile.
“Morning. Something smells good.”
I cross over to her, pulling her into a gentle hug and kissing the top of her head. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a rock,” she admits, leaning into me. “It was the crash from the adrenaline.” She glances around and swallows, trying not to show us her fear.
“You’re safe,” I murmur, tightening my hold on her. “I’m going to get Clive to take a look into these Trials. These contracts are dodgy at best. If we can get a class action going, we can hopefully shut it down.”
She gulps. “What does that mean?”
“A class action? It means we get together a group of people who have been harmed, traumatised, or otherwise disadvantaged by the Trials. They work barely inside of what is legal if that. We can do this.”
“Sounds expensive. I don’t have any money?—”
“Don’t worry about that. Clive will dig around pro bono, and if he thinks he can win, he will take it on and just take a cut. Whoever is truly behind this show needs taking out.”
“If it were that easy, why hasn’t someone already done it?” she whispers.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible either. Think of it like organised crime. A mafia of sorts. People know about it, but they don’t talk about it.”
“Like Fight Club,” Sam states as if Lily has any idea what that even is.
Judging by her consumed expression, she doesn’t. “Fight Club?”
“Film with Edward Norton and Brad Pitt. It’s awesome. We can watch it later. I have it on DVD.”
“Okay,” she whispers, still looking nervous and unconvinced. “I hope you’re right. I hate that omegas have to go through what I did and worse. I was a lucky one.”
“We’ll make sure of it,” Sam says firmly, flipping the bacon. “Now, how about some breakfast? You must be starving, seeing as we skipped dinner.” He gives her a lascivious wink.
A blush creeps up Lily’s cheeks, but she grins and pushes her fears aside. “Famished, actually.”
As we sit down to eat, I can see Lily’s mind working, a slight frown creasing her forehead.
“Everything okay?” I ask gently.
She starts as if pulled from deep thought. “Oh, yes. I was thinking about the shop. I should probably head back soon to open up and maybe pack up some more of my things.”
Sam and I exchange a quick glance, relieved to see Jack rush in like his arse is on fire so that we can reveal our big surprise.
