Page 75 of Talk About… History

“Where is she?”

Nash turned around and let out a huff before calling out. “Where'd she go?”

“She mumbled something about pictures and left through the back like five minutes ago,” Maverick said, clearly annoyed. He spotted me and pointed, eyes narrowing. “You get her to eat and take a break.”

“On it,” I promised, clapping Nash on the shoulder before heading through the building and out the back door.

If I thought spotting my omega would be easy, I was mistaken. There was already a lunch crowd forming on the sidewalks and she was nowhere in sight.

Pulling out my phone, I texted the group to keep an eye out just in case.

Mason: Avery is overworking today and I’m tracking her down. She’s interviewing someone or taking pictures, text me if you spot her.

Ford: I’m not in town, still putting out feelers for some surrounding towns for jobs, but let me know if you guys find her.

Arden: I’m in a meeting, if she’s overworking maybe we can make a day for her. You occupy her this afternoon and I can plan something for tonight.

Cohen: Why don’t you guys take today, Ford and I can take the next time. We’ll never convince her we’re accepting of this pack if we don’t spend time with her alone, too.

Ford: Good point, I’ll send money over, maybe you can pick her up some flowers from all of us, Arden?

Cohen: I’ll do the same

Arden: Perfect, I’ll hit the florist before we switch off. Let’s say I’ll take over at five, Mason?

Mason: Alright, sounds good. Now to track her down…

My alpha was more settled now that we had a plan. With my head clear now I started walking down the sidewalk, veering to the coffee shop. I knew she went there sometimes and she was likely in need of a boost after working all morning.

Sure enough, I spotted my curvy little omega right at the end of the line.

“Hey there, gorgeous omega,” I teased, amping up the flirting to mimic Ford. She turned around, frown on her face and ready to put whoever was hitting on her in their place. Then she realized it was me and her face lit up.

Fuck, that did things to me. My chest warmed and my smile widened to match hers.

“Hey, baby, can I buy you a coffee, maybe some food?”

She chuckled. “You guys are always trying to take care of me. I’ve had food.”

“You mean the mostly untouched plate your brothers left on the table you were working at?” I countered, quirking up my eyebrow as I waited for her excuse. She frowned, then groaned.

“I just keep showing you guys that I’m incapable of being a responsible omega, don’t I?”

“No, but you do show us that you work a bit too hard,” I said. “Are you at a place you can wrap it up for today?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and blinked up at me. “If I say no will you be mad?”

“No, of course not,” I said, “but can I come along?”

“To work with me?” she asked, clearly confused.

“Look, I texted the pack when your brothers said you needed a break. I was planning on keeping you company until dinner, then you have a date with Arden,” I explained.

“A date?”

“Yes, I have no idea what he has planned, though,” I warned before she could ask. “And as long as we’re spending time together I don’t care what we do.”

She nodded once but looked conflicted. The line moved before she could say anything else.

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