Page 192 of Dream Girl
“When I was a kid. I did dance, cheer, and tumbling. You know, that stuff.” She shrugged.
Called it.
“Any martial arts? I can teach you more than boxing. You mentioned cardio boxing?” I took a sip of beer.
“I… I remember that I took a bunch of self-defense classes.” She looked away, toying with her beer. “Just the kind offered at my college. I couldn’t afford to go anywhere else, so I took the basic classes over and over.”
“Great. Like what they teach omegas?” Which could be lethal. It was designed for small omega bodies back when omega kidnappings were a very frequent occurrence. It also made a good basis for other disciplines.
“Like the type they teach women so you don’t get attacked by sketchy dudes. It all depended on the teacher.” She looked away again and got that uncomfortable look on her face she sometimes had when talking about personal things.
The server brought our noodles. She also only brought chopsticks. Grace thanked her and opened the packet, digging in, though she held her chopsticks weirdly.
“How did you and Brennan meet?” Grace asked.
I frowned, unsure if Brennan would want me to tell her, since it was very personal. “That’s a story for another day.”
“That good?” She grinned. “How about when you met Evan?”
“They’re not too spicy, are they?” I asked.
“Not spicy enough.” Grace added a lot of chili sauce.
“Brennan and I had a destination wedding at one of his resorts. Because why not, right? His longtime friend Wes was coming. I’d met him a couple of times, military, clean cut, good at team sports, you know the type.” I grinned at her.
She grinned back. “Right, he played rugby in high school.”
“Bren was on the team with him. So, Wes was bringing his boyfriend, Evan, to the wedding. We hadn’t met him yet and were curious since they’d met in the military.” I took a drink of beer. “What we didn’t know is that Wes’ boyfriend wasan omega–and that they were actuallymateswho’d recently bonded. They show up for the pre-party, andshit.I did not know they made omegas that big.” I chuckled, remembering that night.
Grace laughed. “Evan is abigdude.”
“Oh, I do like me a big dude. There was also something about him. Throughout the entire week of festivities, we kept finding reasons to talk to him.” Really, it was shameless of me to flirt with him like that. Wes not punching me and Brennan attempting to flirt, too, only cemented that we could all be something together.
“I can imagine. Evan walked into the room at the Center, gave me a hug, and… it’s so stupid, but I felt like everything might be okay.” She smiled.
“Never thought I’d meet my omega at my wedding,” I laughed. “We thought we’d see if we’d work as a pack–and we did. Evan introduced us to Spencer, and everything fell into place. Now, here we are.”
My phone buzzed.
Evan
You’re out to eat with my girl?
“Evan’s jealous. We should send him a picture.” I sent him a picture of us with our beer and noodles along with a text.
Me
You can’t always be with her. Want your usual?
“Hey.” Brennan stood there, holding his helmet, still dressed for work. A few people gave him appreciative looks.
I was so lucky.
“These are so good.” Grace pointed to her almost empty bowl with her chopsticks.
“Hey, Honey.” I tugged him down for a kiss. “Want anything?”
He was frowning at Grace. “Why are you always wearing Evan’s clothes?”
