Page 72 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Sergeant.” Riley cracks his knuckles, grinning at her in a kind but menacing sort of way.
“Sorry, I keep forgetting.” Camila places her hands on her cheeks. “I’m so embarrassed.”
Sure you are, fucking jackass.
“No harm,” I say, tapping the door and leaving Riley with the shark. I keep my face blank and head to the parking lot. My skin is crawling and as soon as I step outside, I take a deep breath. Careful not to give away anything with my body language, I patiently wait by the door.
Asher’s SUV tears into the parking lot. I scowl at the damn fool as soon as he gets out, surprised to find him smiling.
“Hey, Trev.” He struts over to me like a man without a care.
I could strangle him.
“You ready?” I whisper, barely moving my lips. There are cameras everywhere.
“I got this,” he replies just as softly, still grinning. “Buy you a beer after work?”
“Not before you finish that stack of paperwork on your desk.”
We joke back and forth, pretending like everything is fine. Camila knows we’re pack, so silence between us would be awkward. To get through this, we have to act as normal as possible. I try not to shoot Asher too many worried looks.
The last time we played poker, the man turned bright red when he lied about his hand. I don’t like doubting him, but he doesn’t have the stomach for lying to someone like Camila. She’s a wolf pretending to be a lamb, and Asher is wholly unprepared.
“Right in here.” I walk in before him, giving him time to adjust to Camila’s nauseating scent. “This is Asher, ma’am.”
She smooths her shirt. “Please, call me Camila. You’re making me feel old.” Her tinkling laughter grates on my nerves.
“Pleasure to meet you, Camila.” Asher gives her a megawatt smile. “You wanted to speak with me?”
“Yes, yes.” Camila leans back and crosses her legs. “Sergeant Post was telling me you took home the omega from Twisters. You know she’s turned up missing?” Fake lines of concern line her face.
I fight off a sneer.
I’m not sure I understand why I dislike this woman so much, but she makes my skin crawl, and my gut is rarely wrong about people.
“Oh?” Asher raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t know that.”
“Where did you drop her off?” Camila leans forward, dropping all pretenses of being a docile omega. “Did you hurt the poor thing?”
“What? Of course not. I took her to her house and dropped her off, just like Sergeant Post told me to.”
Good. He doesn’t offer her more than what she asked. Asher looks genuinely perplexed. Maybe I’ve underestimated his acting skills.
“Which home?”
“Some small low pack house. She said her family lived there…” Asher trails off and looks at the captain. “You know I’d never hurt someone. I swore an oath—”
Captain Riley holds up his hand to cut him off. “Of course we know that, don’t we, Camila?”
She pauses, pursing her lips and flicking her gaze between the three of us. Reluctantly, she nods.
“Ma’am, I’m sure you’re distressed. An omega without a pack or anyone to take care of her is great cause for concern, but I don’t see how my men and I can help you any more than we already have. Unless this Curtis fellow files an official missing persons report…”
Camila sighs, wiping her eyes, even though they’re as dry as a desert. “I get so worried about her out there alone.”
Riley offers a small smile. “I’m sure. If you need anything else, give us a call, but like I mentioned, runaway omegas aren’t under our jurisdiction. The Omega Council took responsibility for those matters.”
“Right, of course.” Camila’s expression sours. “Let me know if you hear anything.”
