Page 55 of Small Town Shy Omega
I hated her astuteness. “One second, I’m in love with them. The next, I’m doubting what we have all over again. I’m indecisive, Gretel—if there was a pill to cure indecisiveness, I’d take it in a heartbeat.”
“Well, what else am I here for?” Gretel chuckled, and I could tell she was sipping some of her famous blueberry wine. It was a proprietary creation: she’d trademarked the recipe herself. “Don’t give up hope. What would the Calhoun sisters do?”
I tapped my finger on my chin.
“I know you didn't just say that,” I laughed, eyeing the Nora Roberts paperbacks on my bookshelf.
“They wouldn’t just let their insecurities win. You know, I was talking to Bronwyn and Haisley the other day.”
“Oh, is Haisley back from her road trip to Grand Teton National Park?” Haisley was an adventurous, badass Omega with strawberry hair and rhubarb-and-gold dust eyes. She rode a motorcycle.
“She got back last week,” Gretel said affirmatively, “though I’m pretty sure she’s heading out again—Death Valley, this time.”
“Oooooooof,” I shivered. Haisley was so badass. I could never take solo trips to the most dangerous deserts on Earth, where hikers routinely died because they got a flat tire. Death Valley sounded spooky.
“Haisley is still recovering from her broken heart, you know,” Gretel said, “and she was talking to Thalia and—"
“Haisley actually knows Thalia?!” I couldn’t believe it. Thalia, the indie singer and writer ofHot Buttered Heartbreak, was something of a local Taylor Swift.
“Yeah,” Gretel said peppery, “and Thalia said that she couldn’t let a past rainstorm prevent her from hiking through the valley ever again. You can’t permit one bad experience to define you, Layla. Give in to love. Try it.”
I thought long and hard about Gretel’s words. I still thought I’d gotten lucky meeting the pack and that I’d fail to impress them when we grew acquainted on more intimate terms.
Still, they brought something out of me that… not many others did. Most Alphas caused me to clam right up: I didn’t want to breathe their air, and they sucked the oxygen from rooms.
The weeks I’d spent with my pack had been splendid, and I found myself thinking that these three gorgeous Alphas were unlike any I’d ever met. In my life.
Never in my life had I received such attention. My heart raced on and on. When they looked at me, I felt my world cease spinning.
When I hung up with Gretel, my phone buzzed with a text.
Blake:Dreydon wants to know if you need any more tasks done today?
I let out a laugh.
I couldn’t help it. This was like something out of one of my paperback novels.
Me:My grandma-pink wallpaper in my nook nest is a little dated?
Blake:My pack mates have a job they’re wrapping up over the next few days for our business, but after they’re done we’ll re-paper your walls.
Blake:What color wallpaper would you like?
Me:Oh, a nice pink would be fine. Just not grandma-pink!
Blake:Your wish is our command :)
They painted my walls.It was incredible, and I got to hang back on the couch, a bag of potato chips in my hands.
“Such a great color,” Blake growled, paint dripping from his brush.
“Hot pink is much more your style, Layla. I never would’ve pegged you for a granny-pink gal.” Josh issued me a devilish smirk.
I laughed, sipping the mug of raspberry tea I prepared earlier.
“I feel like a queen right now, guys. Thank you. No one’s ever painted my walls before.” My Omega purred, and I wanted to let her out; but I resisted the urge, just watching Blake and Josh paint.
Dreydon was nowhere to be found, but I had a sneaking suspicion he was off in my nest hallway. I didn't ask what he was doing.Painting the dingy hallway outside my nest?my Omega purred, and I had to hide my face with my oversized sweater sleeve to conceal my blushing cheeks.
