Page 50 of Patiently Yours
“Oh, shit!” Kendall interrupts, his intent look scouring the page. “This is awesome! And not discreet at all.Thisis what she’s been reading?”
Ciro and I raise our brows in confusion while Atlas smiles guiltily. “Yeah, it is. It’s been very educational, too. I think we would all benefit from reading it.”
I’m still confused when Kendall points to a certain section. “Do you thinkthisis what she’s into?”
Atlas shrugs casually. “I’m not sure. From what I’ve heard, you don’t have to be into it in real life in order to appreciate it on the page. That’s something to ask her.”
“For fuck’s sake, give it here,” Ciro says, snatching it from Kendall’s hold. He opens it to the same page and angles it so we can both read.
My eyes widen and I feel a flush all over my body.
“What position are they in?” I hear Ciro ask himself quietly, which amuses me through the shock of the words I’m reading.
Atlas crosses his arms. “We’ve never been with someone together. She deserves the best first time with all of us. So, even though it was an accident, I think we should all read that. Figure out how to coordinate together for her. Sound like a plan?”
I put a hand over my mouth and nod, unfocused on the others’ replies as I continue to read.
We have a lot of homework to do.
TWENTY-SIX
Practice was brutal.
Kendall is walking backwards, laughing at something Atlas is saying. I’m just fucking exhausted and want to get home ASAP. Possibly FaceTime Stacia, see what she’s doing.
Kendall runs right into someone as he tries to turn around. He makes a sound that causes me to laugh under my breath, fumbling his hockey bag before correcting himself.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he says, taking a step back from the girl he almost body slammed. She watches him through narrowed eyes, examining him but not in any hostile way. Her hair is a very specific shade of blue, one that should be recognizable but I’ve never met this girl before.
All three of us just watch as she looks at us, almost like she’s sizing us up. Just as Atlas starts to speak, she points at me.
“Grumpy, intense, dark hair. You must be Uriah.” I rear back, confusion etching over my face. Before I can respond, she points. “Kendall.” Then her eyes dart to Atlas. “And you’re the prime.”
“I’m sorry,” Kendall starts, “how did you know that?”
I wonder the same thing. Yes, we’re hockey players and an established pack, but we’re definitely not one of the morepopular ones. We stick to ourselves, stay under the radar. Might as well enjoy our invisibility before Atlas gets drafted someday.
“Well, none of you wear earrings or have visible tattoos. It’s quite disappointing really, I wanted to meet Ciro the most.”
Something edges just along the side of my brain, but it’s gone before I can grasp it. “Ciro’s seeing someone. In fact, we all are. Nice to meet you though.” I start to walk around her.
“It’s nice to meet you, too. My best friend has said a lot about you.”
I halt. “Best friend?”
“Did all three of you lose some brain cells during practice today or are you normally this dense?” She chuckles, but it’s not unkind. “I’m Rory.”
She doesn’t put her hand out, and I suddenly realize she’s an omega. Her courteousness is bounds better than others’. Stacia’s not even here and she still knows not to touch us, even to shake our hands.
But also, holy shit. This is Stacia’sbest friend.
Atlas goes to say something but Kendall blurts out, “You wanted to meet Ciro the most?” He looks appalled.
She laughs. “Of course. He sounds like the most fun in your pack. No offense.”
“Um, yes offense—” Kendall starts but our prime cuts him off by elbowing him. We really don’t need to start some silly competition on who can impress Stacia’s best friend the most.
Although…
