Page 50 of His Sassy Omega
“Good, that’s good. It’s not my secret to tell. Anyhoo…” She waved a hand in the air. “Quinn has never brought anyone here with him, not even that asshat he dated for far longer than he should have. I was glad to see the last of him, let me tell you. But here you are.” She raised a brow at me, and I didn’t dare interrupt her.
“That means something, even if Quinn hasn’t figured it out yet. He’s a stubborn one, that boy. Likes to do things his own way. Always takes the hard road. Don’t let him push you away, Lachlan. Because he will try to push you as far away as he can.”
“Preaching to the choir.” I snorted.
“Oh yes, you’ll do grandly! My Quinny probably doesn’t know what hit him.” She nodded her redhead in approval.
“I think I’m the one that doesn’t know what hit him, to be honest,” I told her, because I liked her, and what did I have to lose. This woman knew Quinn better than anyone, including Wade. “Since our first meeting, I can’t stop wanting to be near him. He makes me act…well, not like myself.”
She stared at me for a long minute, and I was back to wanting to squirm like a six-year-old. “Fate.”
I stared at her with startled eyes. “How…?”
“I’m old, boy, I’ve seen lots of things in my time.” She chortled again. “Beautiful babies, like I said. Lachlan, Quinn acts the way he does because it’s easier.”
I frowned at her, not sure I understood. “If he pushes you away, then you left first. Before he could get attached. Before he couldcare. It’s easier on him and doesn’t hurt as much. He needs a strong alpha, but he needs an alpha who knows when to let him be, who lets him do things his way. Buthe also needs one who – well, to put it bluntly – who will call him on his shit.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip, my head nodding. “I think I understand. I’m going to try my best.”
“Good man.” She pulled me down, and I went willingly, feeling her dry lips brush my cheek.
“You come back and see me, anytime.”
“I will,” I whispered, emotion clogging my throat and making my words sound like sandpaper.
I noticed Quinn was rubbing his temples again when we went to leave, and I asked him if he had a headache.
“Just a small one. I'm just tired.”
“Why don't we just go back to your place?” I suggested, trying one more time. “I think you could use a nap.”
He shook his head, his russet curls bouncing. “I need to go to the bakery. I have to get started on the dough for the sugar cookies. It needs to refrigerate, and there's tons to make. If I make it today, the first batches will be ready for us tomorrow morning.”
“Great!” I said, overly cheerful. “I'll come with you and help.”
The look of horror on his face made me laugh loudly. “Wow! I didn't know anyone's eyebrows could get that high.”
“No one is allowed in my bakery kitchen.” Each word was enunciated sharply.
“Need I remind you that not only have I been in your kitchen, but I made you come in your kitchen. Several times.”
He rubbed a hand across his face. “I had to use so much bleach to clean up that mess.”
I rubbed my hands together gleefully, feeling lighter than I had in longer than I could remember. The anxiety-riddled ball that was usually lodgedin my chest was wonderfully absent. “Come on. It'll be fun, and you'll get done faster. Then we can Netflix and chill.”
I was pushing hard to spend more time with Quinn, and I wanted – needed – him to know that I wasn’t just going to disappear. I wanted him. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to get to know him. To know everything there was to know, good, bad, sassy, and even the bitchy, moody parts.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
His green eyes regarded me skeptically. “Do you even know what Netflix and chill means?”
“We watch movies and chill.” Duh.
“Nope, so not what it means.” He was laughing at me.
“Really?”
We’d reached our respective cars now, but I didn’t want today to end just yet. “Huh. Well, how does a movie and just chilling sound then? Comfy clothes, snuggling on the couch? After we make the dough, of course.”
