Page 77 of The Boss Omega
Her mouth curves slightly. “Saint ever come with you?”
She does a good job playing casual about it, but I know Saint hurt her. Hell, he hurt me. This should be the happiest time in our relationship. Finding our omega means we have a chance to bond fully. An omega will tie us all together. And he’s blowing it.
For himself. Forus.
“Used to,” I say.
She throws again.
Thunk.
Touching the red this time. Not bad.
She steps back from the line, brushing her hands together.
“How’s he doing?” I ask coolly. “Is he… treating you okay?”
Her expression softens a little. “Better,” she says. “Not… friendly exactly. But not as angry as that first day.”
That tracks.
“He makes my coffee every morning,” she adds.
I glance over at her. “Your coffee?”
“Exactly the way I like it,” she says. “Brown sugar latte.”
A small smile tugs at my mouth, but I don’t say anything. I don’t want to get her hopes up in case it takes him longer than either of us think it might. Hell, I don’t want to get my hopes up, either.
“But he’s still distant,” she continues. “Half the time I don’t even know where he is when he’s home. He comes back from the station, eats with the pack, and then disappears.”
“His coffee kitchen,” I say before letting the axe flow from my hands. Dead center.
“His what?”
“Coffee kitchen.”
She blinks.
“He has a whole room attached to the back of my workshop,” I explain. “Roasting equipment. Storage. Whole setup.”
“I didn’t see that.”
“You wouldn’t,” I say. “You can’t see it from the back door. You have to go around the building.”
Her brows knit slightly as she processes that. “He roasts his own beans?”
“Has for years.”
She looks impressed. Then thoughtful. “Why didn’t anyone tell me that?” There's something underneath the question. Not accusation. More like hunger. She wants to know him
I shrug. “It never occurred to me. I guess I took for granted that you knew.”
I hand her the axe, making sure to let my fingers linger on hers for a moment. "Sometimes it feels like you've already been with us forever."
She bites her bottom lip as she studies the target board for a moment. “Do you think he’ll come around?”
“Yeah.”
