Page 173 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Right. Okay. Don’t worry about this. I’ll get everything started while you’re soaking up the sun.”
“Are you sure? I might be able to cancel—”
“Hell no. Go to the beach. Your mates would kill me if I made you stay.”
I grin. “They’re not that violent.”
“Shoo, shoo.” Reagan stands and gestures me toward the door. “Your ass better be tan by the time you come back.”
Standing, I grab my bag from the floor and hoist the strap onto my shoulder. “I hope you’re not planning on checking.”
“So long as you enjoy yourself and don’t worry about work, I won’t, but I swear, one text from you and I’ll fire you.”
“Wow. Who knew being dedicated could get a woman fired.” I raise my eyebrows and shake my head.
She narrows her eyes at me. “I’m not joking.”
“I know,” I say with a smile. “It’s why I love having you as my boss. I can’t wait to hear how things are going when I come back.”
Reagan twinkles her fingers. “Okay, byeeeee. Have fun!”
Laughing, I leave the room and race for my car. It took almost an entire year of saving up to buy us all plane tickets to some fancy island resort, but we finally did it. I’m officially going on my first beach vacation tomorrow, and I can’t wait. I make a quick stop at a store and buy the slinkiest bikini I can find. I may not be going through my heat, but I’m determined to make my mates absolutely feral on vacation.
* * *
My car idles outside an orphanage while I wait for Hayden. He texted me earlier that he was going to run a few minutes behind. I’m tempted to call him and tell him to forget about it, but I made so many model cars it doesn’t feel right. Most people put them on a shelf to admire. While they aren’t the most practical of toys, I like to think they’ll be so shiny and big the children won’t care.
Hayden parks next to me, and I flick my eyes to the clock on the dash. Four-fifteen. The office officially closes at four-thirty. I suck in a sharp breath and climb out of my new Honda. Technically, it’s a few years old, but I was able to get rid of the beater and pay for a better car thanks to Reagan giving me a job.
Popping the trunk, I grab two of the four giant bags in the back.
“Hey, trouble.” Hayden kisses my cheek and takes the other bags. “Sorry I was late.”
“No worries. Everything okay?” Unease swirls through me. I still don’t enjoy wondering if they got hurt while I wait to finally hear from them, but it’s part of being their omega. I’ve learned to be patient and hope for the best.
He smiles at me, gray eyes warming as he closes the trunk and we stand in front of one another behind my car.
“I was going to wait to tell you until we were home with everyone but, fuck it. Camila was arrested today.”
I almost drop my bags. “What? What for?” The grin on my face is a little cruel but fuck that woman.
“False imprisonment. Guess Camila never had official legal authority to hold omegas. I forget the exact number of omegas she’s charged with imprisoning, but it’s big. There’s no way that woman is getting out of a life sentence.”
I squeal and do a little dance, stopping in the middle of a bounce. “Sorry, is this wrong?”
Hayden laughs. “Nope. She deserves it. Be happy.”
“I can’t believe it,” I say, shaking my head and walking around the car. We still only have about ten minutes to drop these cars off. “Who ordered it?”
“Lucas.” Hayden takes the lead and opens the door for me.
“Holy crap,” I mutter to him under my breath, shooting him a disbelieving look before entering.
The office of the orphanage is really a closed off foyer. A woman with horn-rimmed glasses looks up from her computer, eyes bouncing between me and Hayden before sliding down to the bags.
“Can I help you, officer?” She rises from her seat but stays behind the desk. “If it’s one of the children—”
“No, ma’am. Sorry I didn’t have time to change. Everything is okay, my mate here wanted to come by.”
