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Running my hand down my face, I take a deep breath and open my laptop. I know I have a meeting this morning, but Prescott’s the one who set up the appointment, so I don’t even know what it’s about.
I need to get prepped so I don’t get blindsided during the meeting.
It’s a new client from out of town, which I take from time to time if it involves an omega. Prescott knows the types of cases I’ll take and the ones I won’t.
He better know since he’s been with me since I set up my practice six years ago.
He’s a beta who came to Widows Peak in the beginning to help his omega sister escape their asshole parents. He’s a coupleof years older than me, and when he found out I was going to school to be a lawyer, he decided to become a paralegal. He did an online program and got his certificate around the same time I passed the bar exam.
I didn’t think I needed anyone’s help, and in the beginning, I really didn’t, but Prescott is persistent. He was a lot less annoying if I just let him work for me.
Now, he’s probably the closest thing I have to a friend outside of my fellow widows.
A friend who helps me through my heats.
That should probably make this weird, but somehow, it works for us.
I haven’t been with an alpha since Christian. I don’t inherently fear them as some of the widows do, but we’re all cautious. I’ve considered it from time to time, but it feels like I’m betraying Christian and my love for him.
I know it’s stupid, but it is what it is.
So every heat, I’ve hooked up with a group of betas willing to wear knot toys. The only constant has been Prescott for the last six years because he knows the score.
I’ve never told him about Christian—the only one who knows about him is Lark—but he knows I’m not looking for anything serious. I try not to have anyone help me more than two or three times before I kick them to the curb.
Outside of my heats, I can’t be bothered to have sex. Not that I don’t want to, but it’s just so much damn work, and there are expectations.
After all, I’m an omega, so I’m clearly looking to settle down—not.
“Pres?” I call out as I pull up my calendar.
His blond head pops into the doorway, his wavy hair messy as always. “What’s up, boss?”
“Can you make me a coffee while I read up on this meeting we have?”
“Nothing would make me happier.” He grins, transforming his boyishly handsome face.
He’s always attractive, but when he smiles? He looks like a damn angel.
Damn it, Luna.
I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. He’s my employee, a kind of friend, and someone I hook up with four times a year. That’s it. There can’t be anything more between us.
I’m not ready to move on from the loss of Christian, and I’m beginning to think I never will be.
“Well, get on with it then.” I let out an exasperated sigh, turning my attention back to my computer.
That’s more like it.
I’m Luna Salazar, ice queen. I just need to remember that and stop thinking about men. All of them—even my lost love.
As soon as he steps away, I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain of grief I’ve never let myself feel.
I’ve been thinking about Christian more often lately, and I don’t know why.
The only thing I know is I’m not getting enough damn sleep because every time I close my damn eyes, I see his face.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
