Page 126 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“She showed me her rage room,” I explain, shoving my spade into the dirt. We were in the middle of clearing out some iris bulbs that were overgrown.
“Did she now?” he asks, walking up to me and stealing a kiss. “Did you break things?”
“Be careful not to make that one mad,” Melanie says.
“Ah, so you two are fast friends then? Besties in rage?”
“Whatever.” Melanie and I share a look that says he wouldn’t understand. Alphas have their own rage filled instincts, but it’s nothing compared to the pre-heat hormones an omega goes through.
He glances between us. “You’re both sunburned. Maybe now is a good time for a break?”
“Are you done out here?” I don’t want to leave her alone.
“We did more than I originally planned. The rest can wait. Go rest and enjoy Avi’s company.” She winks at me, and I make a face.
“You’re embarrassing her,” Avi chides.
“She’ll get used to it.” One of Melanie’s mates appears, and she squeals when he lifts her over his shoulder and smacks her ass.
I laugh and shake my head, glancing at Avi. “If you try that—”
“I wouldn’t,” he promises. “Do you want to watch something?”
“Maybe Bob Ross?” I ask, oddly hopeful. His voice is so soothing and while simple, the paintings are beautiful.
“Of course. Come on. I’ll make some popcorn. Tonight is pizza night so we don’t have to worry about cooking.”
We head inside. I wash my hands and grab a quick drink before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. It’s nearly four o’clock and the guys will be home soon. The channel that comes on is a breaking report of a high-speed chase. There are several cop cars racing after the guy. He hops a curb and crashes through a fence before careening around the corner and gaining some distance.
The popcorn starts to pop, and Avi joins me on the couch.
“This idiot. He’s going to hurt someone,” he mutters, shaking his head. He shoots off a few texts.
“The guys?” I ask, pointing to the phone.
“Yeah. Making sure they’re good.”
We watch the chase. Avi’s phone stays silent. The popcorn finishes, and he sighs, running his hands through his hair before grabbing it. He returns and sets the bowl on the coffee table, but neither of us touch it. The chase continues and the guys never respond to him. He and I trade concerned looks, watching as the bad guy hits the fender of a cop’s SUV. Unease churns in my stomach, and I pull my legs to my chest, resting my chin on my knees. Avi wrings his hands and curses under his breath a few times.
The guy ends up T-boning another police car, and the chase ends when he tries to run. I release a sharp breath and relief washes over me. At least it’s over now. My stomach feels funny since the guys haven’t responded to Avi’s texts, but they’re probably too busy to reply.
Everything will be fine.
The device lights up on the table, and Avi snatches it, answering the call. “Yeah?” I try to listen, but the voice is too muffled for me to make out. Avi’s knuckles turn white as his grip tightens on the phone. “Is he okay?”
I drop my legs and scoot closer. He shoots his gaze in my direction and puts the phone on speaker so I can hear the end of what Hayden is saying.
“—checked out now, but he should be fine.”
“What happened?” I ask, voice frantic.
“Hey, trouble. Everything is fine.”
“Hayden,” I growl at the phone. “What happened?”
“Trev stopped the guy with his car.”
I suck in a sharp breath and glance at the screen. They’re replaying the final moments of the crash, the smaller car smashing into the driver side of Trev’s vehicle and propelling it to the side.
