Page 80 of The Omega's Alpha
Wow.A tiny ball of panic made itself at home in the center of my chest. I stared at the phone. “Should I call him?”
“Up to you.” Quin glanced at me. “Do you want me to talk to him?”
I sighed and shook my head. “No. I just wanted to enjoy some time alone with you while your phone isn’t ringing off the hook.”
“While driving? That’s pretty kinky.”
I took my hand back and punched him. “No, you jerk. Unless you see a hotel you want to stop in.”
“I’d rather get you home. Do you think we can get Bax or Jason to take the pups for an hour?”
“Just an hour?” I laughed. “I love you.” Then I looked at the phone again. “This is scary.”
“I have faith in you.” Quin’s face went neutral and I could tell he’d put his Alpha hat on again. “But you’re not in this by yourself. I’ve talked to Garrick, talked to Abel, to Mac, even talked to Cas. You don’t have to figure this stuff out yourself and as soon as it doesn’t suit you anymore, we put a stop to it. We’re pack.”
He was right. “Yeah,” I said, and scrunched myself down comfortably in the seat. “I’m going to nap, if you don’t mind. Martin can wait.” I turned the phone off with a defiant gesture and smiled at Quin before I closed my eyes and started catching up on the sleep I’d lost last night.
Chapter Sixty-Five
It wasabout a week after the fashion show that the ad campaign began, and if I’d thought my life was crazy before, it was downright insane now.
Seosamh was roped into being my personal assistant, which was embarrassing and meant that we had to do some fast juggling of personnel to cover his position. Bax stepped in and gave up working with the solar panel company and the brewery, taking over his old position as Quin’s executive assistant. I would have much preferred to have Bax be my assistant, but Seosamh was a nice boy and it wouldn’t be fair to Bax. It looked like I was going to be doing more traveling, and part of why Bax went back to his old job was that he didn’t want to be on the road any more.
So, me and Seosamh it was.
Mac brought back a couple of magazines for me, the second week the campaign was running. “Look what I found,” he said, grinning like he’d just caught a pheasant.
I’ll admit it, I snatched the magazines from him and began frantically leafing through them. “Oh, Lysoonka,” I breathed, and sank down on the couch. It didn’t even look like me, except it did. I touched the image gently, as if it were a dream, or a bubble, and might pop if handled too roughly.
“So, are you and Quin going to need a pupsitter tonight?” Mac asked, his voice threaded with laughter.
“We just might,” I said absently. “Do you know where Quin is?” Since moving out of the office, I didn’t have a finger on the pulse of his day anymore.
Mac’s demeanor darkened. “He’s down in the new houses, dealing with some damage the new shifters did.”
I let the magazine fall. “What damage?”
He shook his head. “Roughhousing, mostly, but there’s some bad blood between some of the Green Moon shifters too, and it turned into some broken windows and a ruined door. Quin’s trying to find out who exactly was responsible.”
“Oh.” I kind of wondered why Mac was here, but then I realized he’d only just come back from outside walls. “What were you up to in the city?”
“I drove Garrick and Cas in to use the law library.”
“The two of them together? That’s odd.” They didn’t practice the same kind of law at all, but maybe one of them was helping the other with something.
“I don’t know, but I’m trying to keep it from Quin, so don’t say anything. Whatever Garrick’s roped Cas into, Cas is pissed but he’s doing it anyway.” Mac stepped toward the door. “That was never a good sign when we were pups.”
I laughed at that, having seen a few more interactions between Quin and Cas. “I heard the garbage can story.”
Mac grinned. “Twenty feet straight up. But that’s what we got for forcing Cas to help us set it on fire. He made damn sure it burned. After it exploded. Quin was pissed about that.”
“I would have been too,” I said dryly. “Do you mind giving me a drive down? The pups are over at Danielle’s and Brandon’s for supper, and they’re going to bring them back later.”
“It might not be safe down there. It’s getting tense, money’s tight, and there’s a lot of resentment from our folks that we moved some of the Green Moon people into the new houses instead of our own.”
“That’s not what you said before.”
“Because tonight’s thing didn’t have anything to do with that.”
