Page 9 of Tinsel Time Treasure
I chuckled as I spotted them abandoning their trek to the bathroom to duck into another room instead.
I’d have to tease Kaleb about being unable to wait to get pregnant. That he was going into a fate-induced heat didn’t matter.
That was the thing about being friends with him: we could tease each other relentlessly and still love each other unconditionally.
“Did your friend find his boyfriend?”
I turned to see the blond alpha from earlier.
“He did, thanks.”
“Seems he left you alone though.”
I shrugged. “I’ll be ok.”
“Works well for me.”
“Oh?”
He grinned. “You did promise to chat with me.”
I smiled. “I did, didn’t I?”
He held out a hand. “Frederick.”
“Nice to meet you Fred,” I replied. “Justin.”
A tiny frown appeared briefly. “Frederick,” he corrected.
I blinked.
The tone was icy, but I didn’t have a chance to think about it as he smiled. “But don’t worry about it. Common mistake.”
“Um, ok.”
He took a step closer and the scent of his cologne washed over me. It was classic and rich, not the brash scents I was used to.
I shivered as he took one of my hands in his and he traced his thumb back and forth across the smooth skin at the back.
I swallowed. “So, are you interested in historical garb?”
The brilliant smile was back as he turned and settled a hand at the small of my back. He started talking about the importance of various exhibits, and for once I felt like I might have actually met a decent alpha.
And maybe my hopes for a nice knot to end the day were going to come true.
Chapter 4 - Max
~Halloween~
“Trick or treat!” yelled a gaggle of children, holding out plastic pumpkins and colorful sacks.
“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. “So many famous people visiting me today!”
I gave candy to the kids, naming each of their princes, princesses, and superheroes by name, making them squeal in delight at being recognized. Then I stood in the door frame as the children walked across to one of the other buildings in the apartment complex.
The ritual repeated as a slight man with dark hair and a beard, whom I thought was an omega, opened his door and passed out his own contributions to the kids’ sugar highs. His porch was decked out in plastic decorations, and he had to have paid a small fortune for the paintings on his windows—way more welcoming than my sad pumpkin and an old decorative skeleton sitting in a lawn chair.
It was hard to get a good look at him between the twilight and distance, but I thought I’d seen him around the mailboxes before. He was cute, if I remembered properly, I’d just been focused on Linden at the time.
