Page 13 of My Omega's Baby
“No one is going to try anything. We both know this is stupid. That Russian guy probably doesn’t even remember I exist.”
“Not your call, Wyatt.” He moved into the room. “Look, I had no idea you were coming to stay with me. I need to get food in the house.”
“I’m sure what you have is fine.”
He wrinkled his brow. “I have nothing. Is nothing fine?”
“You must have some groceries. Everybody has some groceries.”
He dropped his gaze. “I eat out a lot.”
I thought about the quiche he’d made last night and I was inclined to agree he wasn’t an experienced cook. “I can cook.”
He frowned at me. “Not without ingredients.”
I stood and laughed. “No, I’m saying let’s get some shit and I can cook it.” I pulled my shirt off and tossed it over a chair, and he swallowed and looked away quickly. I hadn’t really been thinking about it when I took my shirt off, but now that I was bare-chested, it occurred to me maybe I should have waited for him to leave.
Is he having weird feelings of attraction like I am?
I kind of thought maybe he was having similar feelings because of how uptight he looked suddenly. Was it something in the water around here?
He moved to the door, his face flushed. “I’ll meet you in the living room in ten.”
“You got it.” I rolled on some antiperspirant and put on a clean shirt, and I met him out front.
“What kind of stuff can you cook?” he asked.
“Lots of things.” I followed him to the door. He opened it, but then he stopped abruptly and I almost bumped into him. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself, and a rush of something carnal went through me. The heat of his back against my chest was strangely arousing, and I pulled my hands away quickly.
He turned to look at me over his shoulder, and he looked freaked-out. His eyes were bright blue and his lips parted as if he was startled. He jumped out onto the porch like he wanted to get as far from me as possible. Even though he was obviously rattled, he still scanned the area and didn’t let me out of the house until he was sure it was safe.
We slid into his car, and he backed out of the driveway. His face was emotionless as we headed down the road. I cleared my throat and talked about what type of meals I could prepare. We needed to talk about something meaningless because the atmosphere in the car was awkward as hell. Thankfully, the drive to the market was short. We entered the grocery store, and he grabbed a cart. I followed him as he headed off into the center of the store.
“You should let me pay for the groceries,” I offered, patting my pockets for my wallet.
“No. It’s cool. Shield will reimburse me. It’s easier if I just pay for everything so we can keep it straight.”
I thought about earlier with my hands on his hips.Yeah, please let’s keep it straight.“Whatever you say.” I frowned when I couldn’t find my wallet. “Shit. Did I drop my wallet at the house?”
He glanced at me. “I didn’t take it.”
“I didn’t say you did.”
“It’s probably in your room.”
I tried to remember the last time I’d had it. “I obviously had it at the dentist office when I’d paid my bill.” A vague memory of setting it on my mom’s kitchen table came to me. “Damn. I think I left it at my mom’s house.”
“How would that happen?”
“I always slip money into her wallet when I visit.” I scowled. “I don’t remember putting it back in my pocket.”
“No good deed goes unpunished.”
“Well, I guess I’m not paying for the groceries.”
He scowled. “I wasn’t going to let you pay anyways.”
“Can we go pick it up tomorrow?”
