Page 78 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“Bro, I think she totally duded you.”
“You guys are ridiculous,” I say, rolling my eyes. “My point still stands. At least wait until Killian pulls up with the car before you try acting macho.”
“Fine,” Stone huffs. “But I’m walking myself to the car.”
“Knock yourself out,” I say.
“Be careful, this meathead could take that as an invitation,” Theo teases.
“Shut up, you’re talking like I’m stupid,” Stone says. “I beat you in Scrabble, remember that Mr. Lawyer?”
“That was literally twelve years ago! And you haven’t played against me since!’
“Which makes me the all-time reigning champion, right, Reyna?”
He looks up at me, his eyes twinkling with the spark I was used to seeing. I’m glad he’s feeling better, now that he’s out of the hospital.
“I think he’s got a point, Mr. Lawyer,” I shrug, looking back up at Theo, who clutches his heart like he was just shot.
“Now you guys are just ganging up on me,” Theo says.
“Or we’re just pointing out the truth,” Stone says.
Killian pulls up with the car a second later.
“You ready to knock yourself out, meathead?” Theo asks, holding his arms out, just in case Stone stumbles as he stands from the wheelchair.
“Yeah, yeah,” Stone huffs, gritting his teeth.
Milo opens the car door for him and Stone manages to haul himself up into the car with his good hand. He’s looking a little pale, when he gets himself settled, but there’s a grin on his face.
“See? I did it,” he says.
“And no passing out too, good job,” I say. I turn to Theo and Milo. “Now then, where should I sit?”
“I can sit in the back,” Milo says, scuffing his sneakers on the concrete floor below us as he glances up at me nervously. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Sure,” I say, shrugging. “Doesn’t look like the back row of the car is up right now, so I’ll have to squeeze between two people anyway.”
“I’ll take shotgun, then,” Theo says, flashing Milo a big grin.
Milo walks me over to the other side of the car so we’re not crawling over Stone to get to our seats.
“Thank you, you’re such a gentleman,” I say, when he opens the door for me.
The blush that appears on his cheeks burns red, highlighting his freckles.
“Th—thanks,” he stutters.
I grip his arm as I move to pull myself into the car and he lets out a startled, sharp inhale.
I freeze, my gaze dropping to where we’re touching.
“Do I scare you, Milo?” I ask him, my brows drawing down in concern.
Dammit, looks like all the conversations in the car have stopped. They should mind their own business.
“Ye—I mean, no,” he shakes his head vigorously.
