Page 82 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“Not that our omega is going to need one of those.”
“Can your knot do this?” Molly asks, flicking a switch and starting up the thing’s motor. It vibrates violently in her hand, buzzing furiously.
“It can do other things,” Hardy says darkly.
Molly switches the thing off and throws it back in one of the bags.
“Well done. Mission successful.”
We all grin madly like we just completed a Navy Seal assault course.
“So now what are you going to do with it?”
“Build a nest,” I say. Wasn’t that the whole point of this?
“Where?” she asks. Where? She looks at me and then glances at Angel. “You only bought one of everything. You only bought enough for one nest. So the question is: where is that nest going to be?”
And I know she’s asking us a much bigger question.
Are we offering the omega a choice?
Or are we offering her all of us?
18
Bea
I hate ketchup.
“Bane of my life,” I mutter as I scrub at yet another tabletop where the diners have left behind a nice encrusted splodge of the stuff. “Why can’t people clean up after themselves?”
“Easy there, Cupcake,” my dad says coming up behind me. “You’re going to scrub away most of the wood.”
“I can’t get it off,” I mutter between gritted teeth.
“Here,” he says, holding out his hand.
I toss him the dish cloth and collapse down onto one of the benches. He picks up the bottle of cleaning fluid, sprays at the stain, then gently glides his cloth over the congealed sauce, once, twice, three times until it’s gone completely.
“Smart ass,” I tell him.
He grins and takes the seat opposite me. The diner closed a half hour ago, and he’s been busy cleaning up the kitchen while I’ve been tackling out front.
“What’s eating you?” my dad asks, tossing the cloth to one side.
It’s only my second day back working at the diner and already the ketchup stains are getting to me.
I roll my neck. “I’m just feeling irritable.”
“About?”
“Ketchup stains.”
“And …”
“Life in general.”
“Life in general,” my dad repeats, “sounds pretty dramatic. Life didn’t seem so bad two days ago when you were locked upstairs with that mountain of a man.”
