Page 79 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Your gutters were filled with sludge,” Blake told me.
I crossed my arms. “No, they weren’t.”
“Were you up there on the ladder? Yes, they were.”
“No, they weren’t.” I decided to double down.
My three Alphas shared a look, then shared a huff.
“Doesnottake criticism well,” Blake singsonged under his breath.
“You already knew that,” I teased, squeezing Blake’s wrist. “Come on, don’t be like that. Don’t be… so uncool.”
“You’re the uncool one here. I’m the epitome of cool.” Blake tried to hide his tube socks.
I peered down at his tube socks.
“Tube socks?” I drawled, trying not to roast my man, but what choice did a girl have?
Blake hid his socks behind my kiln. “The store was out of ankle cut.”
“Oh, so you went with the tubes?”
“What choice did I have?” Blake grumbled back.
We all shared a moment to gaze around my studio. A band of light tumbled in, illuminating a violet vase. I had no fresh flowers in my studio, though maybe I had to change that.
A loud ruckus reached out ears.
Meow,the kitty sounded out, and a paw scratched at my window.
“No,” I snorted, preemptively stopping my Alphas from letting Whiskers in. “She’s a bull in a china shop in here.”
“Come in, Whiskers,” Blake cooed, going to the window. “Awww, don’t let your mama hurt your feels.”
“Blake,” I whined, really not wanting my cat in here.
Blake opened the window… and Whiskers immediately flicked her tail, knocking over a vase.Crash.
“Damn,” Blake hissed.
Whiskers looked down, a smug expression on her face.
“Devil cat,” I muttered, scooping Whiskers into my arms. “Honestly, she’s really not allowed in here. She lacks tail control.”
“And you lack attitude control,” Blake huffed, scratching Whiskers’ ears. “Your mama’s being a meanie pants, baby. Don’t listen.”
“A meanie pants?” Oh no he didn’t.
Should I snap? Why do people snap when they get sassy?
I snapped my fingers.
Dreydon snapped right back. “Oh yes he did.”
“We are so not doing this,” Josh groaned and luckily we all agreed to stop.
After depositing Whiskers outside—my heart swelled when I watched him scamper off, doing a twirl in a clover patch—Blake swept up the broken vase.
