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I’ll just stand back and watch, making sure my mate is safe and protected from harm while she continues to move on with her life without me in it.

She deserves someone who could have made a better decision.

Someone who could have seen there were more than two choices.

I’ll make sure she picks the right person.

No one gets a chance to hurt her.

Not now, not ever again.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Arrow

There’s a pretty long lull after the afternoon mini-rush passes and dinner has come and gone. In between conversations with Jack when he’s not going upstairs to the apartment to check on something, I’ve been bored out of my brain with basically nothing to do.

I actually get excited when two tipsy guys come in and order a couple of pizzas to take home with them a little after seven. Getting to call the order through to Enzo in the kitchen wakes me up a little.

Sure, the cash register system can put the order through, too, but I’ll take any excuse to pick up the phone.

After the two drunk guys leave, it’s unbearably quiet again.

I drag a bar stool over from the waiting area and sit down behind the desk, so I can slouch forward a bit and rest my head in my arms while I stare out the window.

It doesn’t take long for my eyelids to get heavy.

I’m falling asleep behind the desk when Enzo’s arm suddenly goes around me from behind.

“Arrow,” he murmurs, full of concern. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Hmm?” I stifle a yawn as I straighten up in the seat.

“You were practically passed out.”

“I was just resting my eyes,” I protest, pushing my head against his shoulder and moving my arms up and back, so I can slip the band out of his hair to run my fingers through the length.

His eyes are closed when I look up.

He loves how much I enjoy touching his hair.

“I feel much more awake now,” I admit.

He opens his eyes and gives me that sexy, wry smile of his.

“Oh, really? Is that because I’m back to make good on my promise?”

“Well, definitely don’t pinch me,” I murmur. “Because I might still be dreaming.”

“Oh, you’re awake,” he assures me. “If you weren’t, this wouldn’t be making you perfume.”

I’m about to tell him I’m not, at least not yet, but it starts to happen the second his hand moves down my chest. By the time he reaches my crotch, I’m rock hard, perfuming more than I’ve done in months, and my slick is soaking right through my underwear.

“Such a perfect Omega,” he tells me as he strokes his fingers over the bulge in my pants. “One little touch and you’re ready for your Alpha’s knot.”

“I’ve been ready since you teased me this afternoon,” I admit, letting one hand drop down to keep his right where it is.

After he got me all hot and bothered, it was practically impossible to think about anything else.

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