Page 20 of Admiring His Omega
“You laughed.” Jasper shook his head. “What is happening?”
“He’s in Hobson Hills right now, and, to answer your question, he is not like the omegas I usually date. He is so much better.”
“Hobson Hills?” Jasper asked. “Does that mean you really will be leaving us? I hoped you would change your mind.”
“I’m looking at houses already.” Cain bit his lip. “I haven’t told my parents yet. Or my brothers. Or anyone else really.”
Jasper nodded. “My lips are sealed. I’ll miss you, but your happiness comes first. This man makes you smile and laugh. I like that for you. Plus, I have already made sure I can practice in Maine since your dad moved there. If you ever need me, I’ll come running.”
“I would like to say we won’t need a criminal attorney, but knowing Mal as I do, it’s good to know you can help.”
Jasper snorted a laugh. “I really have to meet this man.”
A few hours later, Cain finally arrived home. His apartment was clean and orderly, but oh so quiet. Cain missed Betty and Truffle, despite the mess they made. Mal’s RV could easily fit into Cain’s living room, but it had come to feel more like home than the place Cain had lived for years now.
He sighed and fell onto the couch, then grabbed his phone.
Mal answered the video call quickly. “Are you wearing a tux? Oh, you are. Take pictures. Now.”
Cain chuckled. “Nice to see you too, weirdo.”
“Weirdo is not a pet name. Try sweetheart or darling.”
“You are neither sweet nor charming enough to be either.”
“Why do I like you again?” Mal’s blue eyes narrowed.
Cain used the phone to scan over his torso.
“Oh yeah, those shoulders. Plus, you’re in a tux. Take. A. Picture.”
Cain ignored him and laughed. “What did you have for dinner tonight?”
“My confidential informant brought me some fresh eggs and milk, so I made a delicious veggie quiche before I snuck into the brewery and filled Abel’s desk drawers with dog toys shaped like beer bottles.”
“Oh, my sweet, darling…,” Cain began, grinning when Mal looked overjoyed. “… little weirdo,” Cain finished. “The Wilsons must think they’re cursed.”
Mal scowled. “Just for that, I’m not going to make this quiche for you when you come back.”
“I apologize.” Cain tried for a pathetic look. “You are the kindest, sweetest darling I’ve ever met.”
“Better.” Mal smirked. “Now, take the dang pictures, Cain. You look really good in a tux.”
A week later,Cain was more than ready to murder Roe’s ex and retreat to Hobson Hills so Mal could cook him something delicious. He paced the floor of the Loriston Emergency Room, hands shaking as he texted Mal.Roe is alive. No life-threatening injuries.
Get him out of there, Mal texted back.It doesn’t even have to be Hobson Hills, but he needs to get away from the threat.
Cain ran his hands through his hair, then slumped down into the seat.
“The doctor said he is going to be okay,” Tris, Roe’s eldest son, said. He wrapped an arm around Daphne’s shoulders. Roe’s middle child was shaking worse than Cain’s hands.
“He could have died.” Daphne sobbed. “I don’t want to lose Dad. He’s all we have, Tris.”
Cain left his chair and hugged the two. “You all are not alone. We’ll keep him safe, Daphne. I promise.”
“How?” she asked, rubbing her face against his shoulder.
“We get you all out of here.” He hugged her tighter and called Sheriff McKenzie.
