Page 14 of Admiring His Omega
“I made us? You participated.”
“Only because you’re irresistible with your arched brows and too serious lips. Whose lips are too serious? Is that even a thing? I mean, obviously it is because that’s how you got me.”
“Trapped you, did I?” Cain laughed. “I guess I have to take responsibility for my actions.”
“Yes, you do,” Mal answered primly. “Come by tomorrow and I’ll cook for you again.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter 5
The next night, Mal handed out the fake beards and googly-eyeglasses. “Noah’s place has cameras, so make sure your face is covered at all times.”
Cain arched a brow. “I thought this was a date.”
Bianca and Van snickered.
“It is, I swear,” Mal promised. “We just have a little trespassing to do first. Don’t forget your beard.”
Cain scowled. “Forget it. They’ll recognize me anyway. At least Noah won’t hound me for Bigfoot’s hideout.”
“Suit yourself.” Mal pulled his beard in place, put the glasses on, and grabbed a hat from under the seat of his truck. “It really will be just the two of us once this is done. It’s just that Van and Bianca hardly ever have the same evening off from work. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.”
Van patted Cain’s shoulder. “You should have known better, Benson. There are a ton of omegas around that would go out with you. Picking Mal is on you.”
“Hey, now.” Mal should probably be offended, but Van was right.
“He’s lucky to have you, Mal,” Bianca pointed out, loyal as ever. “But are you sure you should bring Truffle? Someone may recognize him.”
“It’s necessary.” Mal patted his cat. Truffle sat happily in the pet sling Mal wore across his chest. Mal had attempted to hide his identity with a lion costume. Truffle was not amused.
“Necessary? Really?” Van snorted.
“He’s feeling a bit neglected since Betty goes everywhere with us now.” Mal sniffed. “Take note, Bianca. It’s important that all your children feel special.”
She nodded solemnly. “A child’s emotional health and psychological growth are important. Noted.”
Mal grabbed one of the large, stuffed horses from the back of his truck. “Here, this one is for you, Cain. It’s the biggest and most special.”
“I feel so important,” the alpha replied, taking the horse.
Mal passed out more horses, taking two for himself. “Now remember, follow me exactly. I know where the camera placement is. I think we can miss most of them.”
Van adjusted the beard on her face. “How did you figure that out?”
“I have an inside source.” Mal smirked behind his beard.
“Of course you do.” Cain rolled his eyes.
“Do my contacts impress you, Cain?”
“Do you want them to?”
Van wrapped an arm around Bianca and drew her closer. “Take note of way one male looks for approval from the other male. In this outlandish mating dance, one will do almost anything to garner attention.”
“There’s a bird in Costa Rica, the Red-capped Manakin, that moonwalks to impress potential mates.” Bianca shook her head. “At least this isn’t that bad.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.” Mal looked around. “No cameras here. Okay.” He stopped in front of Cain. Bracing one foot behind him, he began a slow, awkward slide on the gravel driveway of the horse ranch, moonwalking in circles around Cain. “Imagine there’s music, Cain. Are you excited? Do you want me?”
