Page 74 of One Winter Knight
“I figure growing up as an assassin probably isn’t easy,” I replied.
“For her. It was different for me. It was always more of a hobby. Something to learn and to please my mom. Also, these people were my friends, and it was fun to meet up for all our activities. I never actually planned on fully joining the Order. I knew my mom wouldn’t be disappointed in me if I didn’t, and well you don’t have to be part of the Order to do what I do,” Fiona told me.
“But then she passed, and I felt like I should carry on the tradition. Especially since I’m the only omega. It wouldn’t interfere with my plans to go to the academy, have a family, or anything else, so here I am,” she continued.
“Here you are.” I held her tight. “You know I don’t have any problem with your job right?”
“I know. I sometimes do, but that’s okay.”
That’s why she took on the jobs they did.
“Your mom would be proud,” I added.
“I hope so. I also really hope she’d be proud of my other accomplishments."
“I think this app you’re making is going to be really good. A lot of people are going to find it helpful,” I gave her another squeeze.
“I’m excited. I have some upcoming benchmarks to meet for my investors, then we can move to the next testing round,” she replied.
“It’ll be great,” I assured.
She went upstairs. I cleaned up and loaded the little dishwasher, then went to get ready.
It would be cold tonight, but we would also be dancing, so I just put on some thermals, jeans, and the black silk shirt that my sister said wasa little slutty.
I wanted to be slutty for my omega tonight.
Ugh, my hair was a mess. Really, I should get it cut, but it got really curly when short, which was its own set of obstacles. Right now it was just wild.
“You look sexy.” Fiona stood in the door of the bathroom. “Oooh, is that silk?” She rubbed her hands over it. “Now that is a fucking shirt.”
“I wanted to look good for you tonight.” I turned and looked at her. “You look amazing.”
Her makeup was finished, face sparkly, with little gold heart-shaped freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheekbones. Her hair was done in little space buns with sparkly clip-ins, and a sparkly, stretchy headband.
She settled in my arms. I looked at us in the mirror. I thought we were pretty cute together.
“Are you having fun?” I asked.
“So much fun.” She kissed me. “Most importantly, I’m with you.”
“Good.” I kissed her nose.
“Don’t we look cozy.” Hale stood there wearing jeans and a dark-blue turtleneck sweater. He also had his cowboy boots on and a fanny pack?
“Ready?” Saoirse stood there, wearing a variation of the same black suit and white blouse I nearly always saw her in.
“Yep. Can someone call a car? I still don’t have my phone.” I sighed. “I hope they find it. Should I just order one?”
“It’s Christmas Eve. You probably won’t get a new phone until the day after Christmas or later,” Fiona replied. “Might as well wait. If there’s an emergency, your family knows you’re with Dusty.”
“True.” And nothing would be happening with my friends or team. It would be fine.
The event was already in progress by the time we got to the club. Dusty’s fans mingled and drank. His songs played in the background as people stood in line for their chance to meet him and take pictures.
It was amazing that so many people were here. The first time he had a meet and greet, there were five people and two of them were me and my sister.
Saoirse’s phone rang and she went off to take it. I stayed with Hale and Fiona as we got food and drinks. Tyrell saw me and waved. I waved back.
