Page 21 of Knot His Reality

Finally, the sounds of tires turning onto the pavement catch my attention, and I straighten.

This is it. It’s time to meet my next suitor—or suitors, if it’s another pack.

My eyes follow the limo’s progress as it drives around the circular driveway and comes to a stop in front of me.

There’s just enough of a delay between the limo stopping and the door opening for me to begin my downward spiral once more before it pops open.

A beautiful woman with vibrant red hair and matching red lips emerges. She smiles as she saunters toward me, her hips swinging with each step she takes. Something tells me she knows just how good she looks and is working it to her advantage—not that I blame her.

She’s smoking hot from her regal nose and high cheekbones to her curvy body encased in the green gown she wears. Her eyes are a pale jade green that are hard to look away from.

She’s breathtaking.

And there goes the slick spill.

Ha! That’s a good one.

At least she won’t be able to tell…or at least I hope she won’t be able to.

Omega problems, I swear.

Hints of lavender and lemon reach my nose and confirm my suspicions that she’s a beta as she comes to a stop in front of me, offering her hand to me. “Hello, Remington. I’m Brooke Spade.”

“Hi, Brooke,” I murmur before lifting her hand to my lips, brushing them across her palm instead of the back of her hand, as would be expected. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her sultry smile turns up into a grin as I release her hand. “You’re a smooth one, Mr. Montgomery.”

I snort, ruining whatever smoothness she thought I possessed.

“I’m the complete opposite of smooth,” I assure her. “In fact, in the time it took from the limo stopping until you opened the door, I almost had a complete meltdown.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me.”

I clear my throat, wishing I could be that smooth. Although kissing her palm was pretty damn out of character for me. “Before I put my foot in my mouth, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”

“Sure. I’m twenty-three and a beta. I work as an administrative assistant.” She shrugs. “It’s nothing glamorous, but I love it. It’s for an insurance company, and I’m slowly learning more about how all that works. I’ve found it to be quite interesting.”

I snort. “I’m not sure if I’d call insurance interesting, but it’s a necessary evil, and what really matters is that you enjoy it.”

“Oh, trust me, I didn’t find it very interesting in the beginning either.” She taps her finger against her chin. “Let’s see. What else can I tell you? I’m the youngest of two. My older sister is an omega. She’s been with her pack for about five years now. We grew up in a pack with two alpha dads, two beta dads, and two beta moms. Everyone was surprised when my sister turned out to be an omega, but sometimes, luck is just with someone, right?”

There’s a small tightening around her eyes, but it’s there and gone before I can even begin to guess what that’s all about.

“I’m bisexual—something my parents knew before I even knew. They really are the best. They raised us on a horse farm, and I love horses so much. It’s been hard living in the city and not being surrounded by them every day, but beyond that, I love the city.”

I smile as she continues on about horses and her love for them. I like listening to her talk.

Listening is what I’m good at. I like letting people talk about themselves because it means I don’t have to talk about myself. Plus, they were given information about me before arriving, so they already know a lot about me.

Reginald signals to me, and I nod. “Well, Brooke, it seems it’s almost time for the next suitor to arrive. I can’t wait to hear more about growing up on a horse farm later. Maybe even a little more about why you love insurance now.”

“You’re a good listener,” she says, a light flush covering her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to just keep talking.”

Picking up her hand, I kiss it once more. “I promise it was more than okay. I much prefer to listen to pretty women than talk. When I talk, I’m more likely to say something stupid.”

“I highly doubt you would’ve said something stupid, but I understand.” She giggles as she steps back. “I like it when a partner knows how to listen. Not many people are good at that, so thank you, Remington.”

“Remy,” I correct her as she makes her way over to where Bree and Tessa are standing.

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