Page 125 of Knot for Me
Reagan’s eyes go wide. “I don’t know,” she whispers, face crumpling. “Is he dead?”
“I’ll find out,” I say, leaving the room and heading downstairs. I stop the first officer I see, and he points me to the ambulance. Dread pools in my stomach, and I brace myself for the worst, but when I reach the vehicle and see Frank inside with a nasty bruise and a scowl that could set the world ablaze, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Reagan would have been devastated.
“Hey, man. You okay?”
Frank’s eyes go wide for a second. “I’m okay. I don’t know how he got the drop on me, sir. I’m sorry.”
I’d have to be the world’s biggest dick to be mad at him.
“We’ll review the footage and figure it out.”
He nods. “Reagan is okay?”
“Yeah.” I look toward the house. “Sounds like Amelie got here just in time.”
“They said she was, but I didn’t know if I could believe them. I believe you though.”
“Sorry, sir. Frank has a concussion, and he needs to go home. You’ll have to find someone else to work for you until he’s recovered.” The paramedic shines a light in Frank’s eyes, checking him over again.
“No problem. Take all the time you need, Frank. The job will be here when you get back.”
“Thank you,” he says, dropping his gaze. Guilt lines his face.
“You did your best. She’s okay. That’s all that matters, don’t beat yourself up.”
He shakes his head like he disagrees but doesn’t say anything to the contrary out loud.
I leave Frank with the paramedic so I can return to Reagan. When I see her leaning against Marco and stroking Lucas’ hair, my heart clenches. She doesn’t know the power she holds.
* * *
REAGAN
Cory lingers in the doorway, watching me with his friends. I lift an eyebrow to saywhat are you waiting forbut he doesn’t get the message. I clear my throat and tip my head to the empty spot next to me. Finally he comes in and sits.
“Frank is okay.”
I figured as much. If he weren’t, Cory would have said something right away.
“That’s good news,” I say, smiling at him.
“Reagan, I’m sorry for what I said last night.”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “Don’t be. You were right. I have been living in fear, but I’m done with that.”
He turns to face me. “What are you saying?”
Lucas looks up and Marco stops rubbing my back.
“I’m saying…” I begin, hoping to hell I’m not going to embarrass myself. “That I want to try this. For real.”
“Try what?” Lucas demands, rising up so we’re face to face. His eyes glint with a challenge and this time I don’t shy away from it.
“I want to be your omega,” I say, smirking at the shocked look that ripples over his face. “But I don’t want kids, and I won’t be your doormat. The first sign of douchebag and I’m gone.”
“We don’t give a fuck about kids,” Lucas says. Cory hums in agreement.
