Page 138 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
I eye him. “All right. I’ll try.”
“Good. Breathe in, focus on that anger, breathe out, and let it fly.”
Picturing my mother’s face at the center of the target, I do as he instructs. Asher’s saying something, but all I can see is the face that looks too damn much like mine. The ax hits the board and sticks at the very edge. Nowhere near the middle, but far better than my last two throws.
“Atta girl.” Asher whoops as Hayden and I collect our axes from the end of the lane and bring them back to the holders. “Keep it up and soon enough you’ll be a hotshot.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I glance at Avi with a hopeful look.
He grins. “Breakfast is ready.”
“My hero.” I pretend to swoon, then my hormones get the better of me, and I race to the front of the house.
“Save some for the rest of us,” Asher calls after me.
I growl to myself because I’m hungry and sharing is the last thing I’m willing to do. Well, at least with food. They can share me all they want. This whole no sex until my heat business sucks. Maybe if I ask nicely, Asher will take me to his bedroom. He’s definitely the weakest link. Deciding I should heed Hayden’s spank warning, I decide to ask for ice cream as a substitute.
