Page 74 of Vegas Baby!

“That’s a good way to do it. I haven’t picked out any favorites yet.”

“There’s still time. Maybe inspiration will strike when you meet them.”

“I hope so.”

“Can I get the two of you a plate?” Bryce asked, popping up from wherever he had been.

“Yes, please,” I replied.

“Absolutely, thank you,” Callie said.

Bryce disappeared into the kitchen where the catering Micah’s mother had ordered had been set up. He returned with two plates of fruit, veggies, and dip alongside some mini chicken sandwiches, both balanced on one arm, and two flutes of sparkling apple juice in the other hand.

Once Callie and I were both stocked up, he pulled the lever on the squishy recliner they had ordered for me, letting me settle back and raise my feet.

“I need to get one of these,” Callie said, stroking the smooth leather.

“I can send you the order information,” Bryce offered. “They ship quickly.”

“Hell yes.” She grinned. “Going to lounge my ass off.”

The doorbell rang and we turned toward it.

“I thought everyone was here?” I asked.

Bryce shrugged. “I’ll see who it is.”

I watched him wander over to the front door and swing it wide before he froze.

“Dad? What are you doing here?”

“That’s the greeting I get after flying all the way from New York?”

I continued to stare at him. “I didn’t know you were coming. You never replied to the invitation.”

“I came to meet the omega that’s bewitched you into throwing your life away.”

I stiffened, already hating his tone. “A scent match has nothing to do with bewitching.”

He stepped inside, ignoring me and surveying the group lingering. Everyone who had gone upstairs to see the nursery was slowly making their way back down. The rest of my pack paused on their way to come to the door, glancing between my father and me.

“You have to be kind to Ava,” I ordered.

“I will treat her exactly as she deserves.”

Before I could move to block him, he pushed past me, beelining toward Ava and Callie.

“Which one of you is it?”

Ava raised a questioning eyebrow. “Which one of us is what?”

“My son’s omega.”

Ava lifted a tentative hand. “That would be me.”

I went straight for them, ready to intervene if necessary. I had hoped that he would’ve come here to make amends, but that wasn’t the energy he was bringing to the table.

“Why did you bond my son?”

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