Page 2 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Oh, of course.” He darted out.
I found the backup blocker Grif kept in his wallet. While I had so many questions, right now this was pure damage control.
“For fuck’s sake. Stop kissing, please,” I growled as I returned to the showers to find their bodies still entwined under the water. We didn’t have time for this.
I shoved the pill in Grif’s mouth, again more worried than angry. “Take this. Wake the fuck out of whatever stupor you two are in. Use the soap, get out, and dress. We need to get out of here.”
It was just shy of a bark. If I had any hope of containing this, we needed to leave before the team got out of practice.
And if we didn’t…
No. There was no time for such thoughts.
Back in the main part of the locker room, I sprayed everything one more time as I tried to piece things together. When Verity had sobbed to me on the phone, I knew exactly what happened. Somehow, Grif’s omega had come out with a vengeance, and her insistence on not biting him in that moment had struck a chord with him.
Grif leaving her in anger instead of him just shutting down baffled me a little. Not to mention, I worried about her falling. Obviously, no one was at fault. Though she had every right to be pissed. Grif would need to let Verity in on his secret if he wanted to salvage their relationship.
It was time.
I might not show it like they did, but I wasn’t certain my heart could take it if she left us.
“What happened? I felt something through the bond, and now Silas says Dean’s sick?” Jonas, dressed for practice, skates on, and urgency in his amber eyes, burst into the locker room.
Finally.
“Dean and Grif are in the shower. We need to get them out of here,” I told him, continuing my cleaning efforts.
“Why does it reek of cleaner? Also, is Grif here? Dimitri said something about him and Verity getting into a fight, and he’s not in practice. What happened? Why are you here?” Jonas looked both puzzled and frantic as he looked around.
My voice went low as I kept working. “I’m here because Verity called me. Let’s take them home and figure this out. There’s a shit-ton more to this than whatever you’re getting through the bond.”
“Oh, fuck.” Jonas raked his hand through his blue hair. “That’s why you’re spraying this place down. This has to do withGrif.I thought Dean had a breakthrough heat or something.”
Oh, we didn’t need that either.
“Verity inadvertently triggered something and he started to spiral. Dean found him and attempted to make it all better.” I put the cleaner away in the closet.
He sunk down onto the bench and tore off his skates. “Let’s get them home and you can fill me in. I wasn’t expecting to feel thembondwhile I was in the middle of practice.”
Getting my phone from my suit pocket, I rescheduled my next meeting. Verity had texted, but I’d read those later.
The guys came into the locker room from the showers as Jonas was changing. Dean still looked sheepish, but Grif seemed dazed.
I wrapped my arms around Grif’s muscular, damp body, getting notes of the de-scenting soap covering all the other scents, especially the troubling ones. “Are you okay, Boo-Boo?”
“I… I don’t know what happened. Okay, I know some of what happened.” Grif glanced at Dean, his look smoldering. “But I don’t know how we got there. One moment, I was sitting with Verity on the bleachers, the next moment I had Dean up against the wall…” A frown tugged at his lips.
“You spiraled, but we can talk about it at home.” Dean squeezed Grif’s large hand. “Though for the record, I don’t regret what we did one bit.”
“Oh shit,” Jonas muttered as he rubbed his scarred jaw.
Spirals were bad news for omegas. It was a spiral that had caused Grif to overdose on blockers.
“I don’t either. But I don’t exactly know what happened. Did something happen?” Grif’s brow furrowed.
“We’ll talk about it at home.” I put an arm around him in reassurance.
The door opened, and the team doctor came in. Shit. Did he smell it? Would he care? I didn’t know him well.
