Page 39 of Pit Stop

Gods, who doesn’t he know?

I’m not sure, but I’ll ask. I’ll lead with that question.

I peer over my shoulder and catch his eyes on me, so I stumble further into the crowd, hoping that eventually he won’t be able to see me. I really don’t want him to see me possibly get rejected.

“Hey!” a familiar voice says. I glance up and see a large man standing before me.

“Uh. Potato?” I ask, and he grins widely.

“Close. Tater. At your service.”

I nod and hold out my hand, feeling suddenly very determined. “I’m Skye.”

“I know. I remember. You had a couple alphas fighting over you the other night. Am I gonna get into trouble for talking to you today?”

I shake my head a little too enthusiastically. “Nope. None of them have any claim over me.”

“Cool.”

“Yes, very cool. And by the way, not to be completely blunt, but I’m looking for someone to help me through my next heat.”

Tater pauses and he cocks his head, a little surprised by how honest I am. “That so?”

“Yep.”

“Want me to help you find someone?”

I sigh and then shake my head. “I mean, you seem nice enough. Would you be up for it?”

He purses his lips. “Depends on when it is. I can schedule you in.”

My face heats and I worry my bottom lip. “I don’t actually know when it’s due. I, uh, had my first one just a few weeks ago…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so I have no clue when the next one is coming.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. I know. It’s terrible. So…I can’t give you an exact date.”

He runs a hand through his hair and blushes. “I’d love to help you, if I can. Let me give you my number and you can call me if you need me.”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

As he takes my phone and enters his information, a wave of disappointment slithers through me. I don’t want to spend my heat with anyone other than Maverick. But apparently that’s not something I can plan for. So I have to make do.

When Tater finally hands me my phone back, I thank him and slip it into my back pocket.

“Call me and I’ll be there if I can. I can’t imagine what it’s like for omegas having to deal with heats all alone.”

“Yeah,” I say, feeling my cheeks blush. “It’s pretty frustrating.”

“I’m sure you know this, but there are stores that sell toys…”

“Yeah, I know. I’m going to grab some stuff just in case…”

Our conversation drifts off and an awkward silence settles between us.

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