Page 50 of Dubious Match
I know I’m an omega, but clearly some things have to be outside the scope of what I can fit inside of my pussy.
“I bet you do,” I breathe. “Okay then. Umm. Yeah. That happened. I’m going to need to map out where I’m going to set up, put tents, space heaters, etc. I’m up for company if you’d like to come.”
Scooting back my chair, I stand up to put my phone in my clutch.
“We make you nervous,” Malcolm observes, slowly following my lead to stand too.
“The four of you are overwhelming, though not in a bad way. My mind just goes straight into the gutter around you,” I say. “Everything just sounds really dirty.”
The back of my hand touches my heated cheeks, and they look as smug as pigs in shit.
“It’s an occupational hazard,” Remy explains. “It’s very difficult to control.”
“I’m sure it is,” I smirk, walking toward the back door.
Felix beats me to the door and opens it, allowing me to walk ahead of him. His hand settles on the small of my back as he leads me through the house as his pack follows behind us.
“Hollis, can I have your phone? I want to make sure you have everyone’s numbers,” Malcolm explains.
Intrigued, I unlock it and hand it over. Malcolm opens the contacts and inputs numbers and names, not bothering tosnoop. I appreciate that not because I have anything to hide personally, but because my clients and friends deserve their privacy.
“Since Emilia is so insistent on calling from unknown numbers, the last thing we need is to make you uncomfortable picking up a call if it’s us” he says, handing back my phone.
Felix helps me back into my coat, and they all walk me out. Malcolm glances at his phone for a second before he hits a button, and I notice that the gate opens immediately.
“Are you expecting someone?” I ask before I can bite back my words.
It’s not any of my business. Nope. None at all.
“That’s Nova,” Brice says as a van drives through the gate. It reminds me of a camper in the darkness, the light from the house helping to illuminate the front yard. “She rents the tiny house on the property.”
“Honestly, I saw her post on Omega’s Link about wanting to rent a space, even if it was just so she could live in her van,” Malcolm says. “I think I broke into hives and immediately gave her the first offer on the house. The idea of her living in her car in this city seriously bothered me.”
My eyes remain on the van as Nova drives, and I feel this odd pull toward her. I can’t tell why, but I have to dig my toes into my boots to stay still. Fuck, what is that about?
“We rarely see her,” Remy adds. “Though, about the time you had a migraine, she had one too, and Malcolm offered to fix her van. The brakes were on their last rites.”
“She had a plan,” Malcolm says gruffly. “We’re going to get snow any day now, and it wasn’t acceptable to me that feeling under the weather would fuck up her ability to see her clients.”
Am I jealous? No, I’m really not. I am however really proud of this pack for stepping up when their tenant needed some help.I know how debilitating migraines can be, and the way that they tend to strike at the worst time.
“What does she do for a living?” I ask as I watch her turn right to drive to the back of the property.
“Nova is a midwife, which means that she does a lot of house visits to see her pregnant clients,” Remy says.
I remember in the back of my head that Adira told me that she’d found a midwife that she and Quinn were seeing. She must be a special person to be able to manage the different personalities within both of their packs.
“I think I actually know a few of the families she works with.”
“I swear, you know everyone,” Malcolm says goodnaturedly.
This is about the time that I joke that I get around, but they’d probably take that badly. Biting my tongue, I walk to my car with my key fob in my hand, unlocking the door.
“Thank you for all the little treats over the last two weeks,” I say with a smile, sliding into my seat. The temperature is a lot lower than it was when I got here, and it’s making me shiver now that I don’t have the benefit of the space heaters in the backyard.
“You’re very welcome,” Brice says. “Anything we can do to brighten up your day.”
“Speaking of that, you probably need fresh flowers, don’t you?” Malcolm asks.
