Page 49 of His Sassy Omega
Without taking her eyes from me, she snorted, “You’re a half-hour late, I’ll be as dramatic as I damn well please. If sex on a stick over there is the reason, you’re forgiven.”
Quinn rolled his matching green eyes. “Donuts are the reason.” Pointing to the container I was holding, he said, “We brought your cookies.”
“Well set them down, you tall drink of water,” she purred at me in a sultry voice. “Just put them on the table anywhere.”
I did as I was told, a smile I couldn’t get rid of plastered to my face. I was beginning to see where my Quinn got his snark from. This woman was full of sass.Sex on a stick?
Gigi stood, no taller than five feet, but she carried herself as if she was seven feet tall.
Her shoulder-length bob was a deep, dark red, that shone overly bright. I wasn’t sure if it was natural or had been helped along by her hairdresser. I’d been raised with enough manners to know not to ask.
She wore a bright purple kaftan, and several gold bangles adorned each wrist. They jangled pleasantly as she came to stand in front of me.
She looked me up and down, and up again. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stood there, looking down at her. Trying very hard not to fidget like a naughty schoolboy, caught doing something he shouldn’t be.
“Lachlan Sinclair.” She pursed her ruby red lips. “I know your mother. She’s a lovely woman.”
I blinked, clearing my throat. “You know my mother?” I managed to squeak out, not overly surprised that she knew who I was.
“Boy, I was at her baby shower when she was pregnant with the lot of you. A bigger pregnant belly I don’t think I’ve ever seen. I thought that poor girl was just going to pop.”
I had no idea what to say. My mom had given birth to four of us at once, and I’d seen pictures of her pregnant. She was huge.
Quinn stood behind his grandmother. “Gigi, stop. You’re embarrassing me.”
She snorted, clapping her hands. “You two are going to make beautiful babies.”
“Oh. My. God!” Quinn exclaimed, his cheeks flaming with color. “Stop it! No babies.”
“Thank you,” I told her sincerely because she was right. God, a little boy who looked just like Quinn would be wonderful. I’d love a little girl, in all honesty, but I knew not to wish for that. Not in my family
Gigi cackled, and I found I liked the sound of it, and also the rosy blush that was now covering Quinn’s cheeks. He was breathtakingly beautiful when he was blushing. Gigi took me by the arm, stroking it lightly. “Tell me, Lachlan, do you play poker?”
My brothers and I had a monthly game, along with a few friends, and I considered myself a decent player. “I do.”
“Quinn, I’m stealing your man.” She led me to an empty chair, and with a surprising – and a smidge terrifying – shove, pushed me down into it.
“He’s not my man!” Quinn hissed.
“Am so!” I tossed back, just because I wanted to rile him up. As far as I was concerned, I was his man. I was sure going to try to be anyway. Wewerefated mates, I felt it in every fiber of my body, even if Quinn wanted to deny it.
Fate had spoken and deemed it so. Hmmm…kind of like theI licked it, so it was minerule. Yeah, that worked.
An hour later, I was down three hundred dollars and wasn’t sure how it had happened. Gigi could blush and flirt her way around a hand of nothing, like a professional gambler. Having watched Quinn yawn for the third time, and then rub at his temples, I pushed back from the table. It was time to let all my alpha instincts have free reign, and get my omega home for a nap. Whether he thought he needed one or not. I could feel his exhaustion.
Gigi placed a wrinkled hand on my arm, halting my movement. “I’m going to give you some advice on my grandson.” Her voice was soft, and almost a whisper. Quinn would still be able to hear her, if he tried with his shifter ears. I was certainly listening. I’d take any and all advice when it had to do with Quinn Rafferty. “Quinn doesn’t need an alpha.”
“I…” She interrupted whatever protest was going to spill from my mouth.
“What I mean by that is, if Quinn lets you in, it’s because hewantsyou to be there. He doesn’tneedyou, he wants you there. There is a difference. Think on that.”
I let her words sink in. Really sink in.
“He doesn’t need you to protect him, guide him, order him around, or whatever nonsense is the latest alpha trend in behavior nowadays. He doesn’t need you to provide for him, he can do that on his own. And on his next birthday, he definitely won’t need any alpha’s bank account. Not even a bank account as fat as a Sinclair’s.”
A frown marred my brow. “His next birthday?”
She smirked at me. “You don’t know? Hmmm…” She tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her lips.
