Page 17 of My Omega's Baby
I attempted to picture Heather naked. It was a pleasant enough thought. We’d certainly enjoyed each other many times. She had big, beautiful breasts, and she was energetic in bed. Why had I stopped seeing her? Probably because I didn’t like dating a girl over a couple of months, or it gave them the wrong idea. I didn’t need them thinking I was looking to settle down. I definitely didn’t want anything serious. I didn’t know how to really form deep relationships; I preferred to keep things superficial.
The one thing I loved was my job. I knew I was good at, and it was the most fulfilling thing in my life. I was well aware I probably suffered from abandonment issues and that might be one reason I was shy about getting into a real relationship. But if I didn’t care about getting married and having kids, what did it matter? I was only thirty and I had plenty of time to figure out that shit. Or maybe I’d never figure it out and I’d be a bachelor all my life. That was my business.
In the old days, omega males had been expected to breed with an alpha female and get her pregnant right away. We were supposed to have lots of babies, and the omega would stay home and care for the children. Omegas had needed the alphas to satisfy our desire for security and a family. But times were different now, and I didn’t need anyone to protect or care for me. There would always be those who looked down on me for choosing my career over having babies, but that didn’t bother me.
Wyatt approached and my pulse skipped alarmingly.
“Do you mind if I have a beer?” He wore a bright red apron he’d insisted on buying at the store. He’d been adamant that he didn’t want to ruin his clothes when he cooked.
“No. Help yourself.”
He started to walk away and then stopped. “Do you want one?”
“No, thanks. I’m on duty.”
He laughed. “You know no one is ever going to come after me, right? Even Tork said this is just a precaution.”
“Until Shield says I’m off the clock, I’m not off the clock.”
“Suit yourself.” He made his way back into the kitchen.
I thought about Darcy telling me Shield and Fist were merging. I wondered how soon that would happen and if Wyatt knew. Would I see more of Wyatt now? I scowled at the TV just thinking about that. We’d always butted heads, but now with this weird energy between us, being around him was twice as awful.
He wandered into the room and plopped down next to me on the couch. He pulled off his apron and then laid it over the arm of the sofa. I was annoyed he’d chosen the same area as me. I gave him a chilly look. “There are other chairs in the room.”
“I can’t see the game from them.” He shook his head. “Don’t flatter yourself that I want to be near you.”
I scooted farther away and put my feet up on the ottoman. “Shouldn’t you be watching the food?”
“It’s simmering. It needs to cook longer to tenderize the beef.” He sipped his beer. “Who’s winning?”
I hadn’t been paying any attention to the game, so I quickly scanned the screen and saw the score at the bottom. “The Angels.”
He grunted.
“What are you making?” I asked.
“Beef Stroganoff.” He crossed his legs. “It’s an old family recipe.”
“Yeah, I don’t have any of those.”
He glanced at me. “Just as well, you’d butcher them.”
“What?” I scowled.
He snorted. “You can’t cook.”
I widened my eyes, and I sat up. “Excuse me?”
He looked a little embarrassed, but he didn’t back down. “I said your cooking sucks.”
“I made you one meal. From that you’ve decided all my meals would suck?” I shook my head. “As usual, you’re an arrogant prick.”
He laughed. “What’s the big deal? I didn’t say you couldn’t shoot. I said you can’t cook. Did you have big plans of competing onTop Chefor something?”
“I never had anyone to show me how to cook.” I scowled. “I’ll bet your mom had you help her in the kitchen growing up.” I wasn’t sure why his criticism of my cooking abilities was bugging me so much. I never cooked anyway. I always ate out.
He pursed his lips, and his gaze was thoughtful. He shrugged. “Okay. You win.”
