Page 155 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
What are the chances she’s an Omega Council spy? What if it was the reflection of the sun?
The woman brings the device to her ear and starts walking down the sidewalk. She lifts her hand to wave at a group of moms and I shake my head. She probably has one of those flashing ringtones.
“What’s up?” Avi asks from the couch.
“Nothing,” I say, grabbing my popcorn and putting it in a bowl. I rejoin him on the couch as Bob starts yet another tree. “Imagine him just: chop, chop, chop.”
Avi pauses the show and turns to me. “We don’t support Bob slander in this house, okay?”
“Fine. I’ll leave him alone.” I sigh and chew a piece of popcorn.
“Good.” Avi starts the show again.
Bob finishes up the branches on an evergreen. “And there. Another happy little tree.”
“Chop.”
Avi glares at me.
“Okay, okay. I’m done,” I say with a laugh. Bob continues painting, but I spend most of my time glancing back at the window. I see the woman pass once more. She gets in her car and drives away. The unease never fades though. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to relax until the Omega Council forgets about me. Knowing Camila, she won’t stop searching for me until she dies.
