Page 133 of Knot for Me
“You’re sure?” Cory asks.
“I’m sure.” I smile. “Now go change the world.”
They shoot me quick grins and head off to find Lucas. I lean back in the chair and sigh. Firing Camila was amazing, but now I have to actually work… the next Compatibility Ceremony is likely organized since it’s later this week. I’ll have to lean on the other staff to help me get through this one, but I’ll need to reevaluate how things are done after that.
The test, no matter how sophisticated, is a load of bullshit.
Curiosity gets the better of me, so I head to the corner where three filing cabinets sit. The tiny paper labels on the front of each one are in alphabetical order. I open the one where my results would be stored. I chew on my cheeks as I dig through the names until I find mine. I snatch the file and sit on the floor, crossing my legs and setting the open file on my lap.
My mouth drops open, and a strange wheeze-gasp escapes me. “No fucking way,” I whisper, flipping to the last page to read which pack the program decided was best for me.
“No fucking way,” I say again, reading over the page.
After careful analysis, Reagan is a 98.45% match with Pack Bullet.
I’m too stunned to read the rest of the page. My heart is beating so hard I press my hand to my chest, worried it’ll burst free if I don’t calm down. This is a coincidence, right? This test is a load of shit. I thumb to the first page, reading through the full analysis.
The details are pragmatic and give an in-depth consideration of psychological traits and behaviors. How they made those sorts of conclusions with the questions they asked is beyond me. But the proof is all here.
All along… they were meant to be mine.
I’m not crying.
You are.
ChapterThirty-Eight
REAGAN
The car is unbelievable. Bright yellow with a black convertible top. I try not to squeal as I rush to it and hop in. Black leather seats with yellow trim. Dark console. I slip the key into the ignition, an excited tremor racing through me. It’s a push-start. I press on the break and depress the button, sighing at the soft rumbling purr of my car. The lights on the dash are different shades of blue, which look really nice with the darker colors of the dashboard.
I turn on the radio and pull out my phone to pair it. Some woman is rambling on about some fire, and I can’t wait to not hear her voice. That is until I hear two words. Omega Council.
“What the hell?” I turn the volume up, dropping my phone into my lap.
“Fire crews have been battling the fire for about fifteen minutes but from the drone footage I’m seeing, the warehouse where the Omega Auctions are held is gone. It’s unclear at this time what caused the fire, but you guys know I’ll update you as soon as I find out. For now, how about a little music to set the mood.” The disc jockey starts a song about burning the night away, and I can’t help but snort.
“Nice pick,” I whisper before switching to Bluetooth and playing my playlist.
The warehouse is gone? I hadn’t even thought about what to do with that place. Starting the drive home, I wonder if the guys had anything to do with this. It’s almost too much of a coincidence that the same day I take over the Omega Council that the warehouse gets torched.
I’m almost sorry to end the drive when I turn into the driveway. This car is a little sporty slice of paradise. There’s a small garage opener on the visor, and I press the button to open the doors. I’ve never been in the garage, never really had a reason to go there either. I have no idea what to expect. I’ve always been dropped off at the front. I veer to the right, gasping when I see a few cars that scream money. These guys have been holding out on me.
I carefully park next to the other cars in the large garage, giving myself more space than I really need but I don’t want to get dinged. Eventually, the little car will end up with dents, but for now I’ll take extra good care of her. The garage leads to the hallways between the ballroom and library. I head to the kitchen where I can hear the guys talking.
“Hey,” I say, smiling at them. They’re standing around the island. There are a few unopened bottles of wine on the counter. “What are we celebrating? Arson?”
Marco smirks. “I love a good bonfire.”
“What if you go to jail?” I give them all stern looks. “You can’t get arrested.”
“I’m the head of the Council. No one is going to arrest us, besides, we made sure to cover our tracks.” Lucas crosses his arms over his chest and watches me set my keys and phone on the countertop. “How’s the car?”
“Amazing.”
His lips quirk, and he prowls toward me. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” He grabs my arms and pulls me to him, claiming my mouth with his. He kisses me until I can’t breathe.
“Was it worth the wait?” I ask when we break apart, voice breathy.
