Page 132 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I promise to follow all of the rules, officer.”
Squinting at me, he growls softly. “You’re begging for a spanking.”
“It’s funny you think that’s a punishment.” I unlock his squad car and climb in.
“Don’t touch the computer.” He settles in beside me and shuts the door, buckling himself in. “And if you want to make it out of here without Trev seeing, you have thirty seconds.”
“Shit.” I stick the key in the ignition and buckle, pulling away from the curb just as the guys make it to the front yard.
“Go, go, go,” he says, laughing when I squeal and we take a corner a little too fast. The model cars in the back seat rattle around. “Easy, trouble. No wrecking the car.”
“You told me to go.” I shrug but slow down all the same.
We beat the guys home, and I don’t wreck the car. Hayden takes the keys from me and pulls me into his side, walking me toward the house.
“You go in, and I’ll grab your blankets.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, gazing at his home.
Our home.
The windows, door, and walls are fixed. The contractor did such a good job I can’t even tell there was a shooting. The house has a strange vibe and my skin crawls. Bad mojo coats the air and even though I know it doesn’t make any sense, I can almost taste gunpowder.
“Everything okay?” Hayden sets my blankets on the couch and comes over to me, cupping my face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like the way it feels in here,” I confess, looking down. “It’s silly.”
“No, it’s not. Let me try to help.” Hayden lights a few candles and opens the window a little, letting in a soft breeze.
“Better?”
“Not really,” I confess, glancing around with a frown. Curtis left bad mojo in the pack home.
“What’s up?” Trev asks when he enters to find the both of us staring at the living room.
I sigh. “It feels off in here.”
He sets his bag on the dining room table and glances around. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Like it’s not home anymore.”
“Home.” Trev cracks a smile as Asher and Avi come in.
“Why is he smiling like that? It’s terrifying.” Asher shivers and gives me a funny look. “This is your fault.”
“She said this was home,” Trev says.
“Ah. I see.” Avi winks at me. “She’s claiming our space.”
Hayden walks to the middle of the living room. “What if we move it around?”
The idea sends a jolt of excitement through me. “Yes. God, you’re so smart.”
“Really?” Asher deadpans.
“Shh,” I tell him, joining Hayden. “Hear me out, the couch could move here.” I point to the back wall so the couch could face toward the window. “And the television here.” I walk him through my plan while the alphas watch us, entirely uninterested in the planning we’re doing.
Right as Trev gets bored and decides to try and leave the room, I race over and grab his wrist. “No, no. We need big strong alpha muscles to move things.”
