Page 9 of Executives' Omega
“Yeah.”
There was a pang in my chest. Jace was the oldest of us, already in his mid-thirties, but he had his life together in ways I could never expect of myself. He’d always known he wanted to be a librarian and had made it happen. He hadn’t needed a roommate in years and had been on the verge of buying a house before he’d ended up with his mates.
I didn’t know if I’d ever reach his level, even if I had decades more time to get there.
I managed a smile because I really was happy for him. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” He paused. “Don’t tell your mom yet.”
“Um… ok. But, why?”
He ran a hand through his black hair. “Because I’m not ready to tell Aunt Sharon, and while I trust your mom to keep a secret… you know how things are. People assume the other person knows, and it slips, then I’ve got her screeching over the phone trying to plan my shower.”
“I get it. Can I tell Owen though?”
He smiled. “Sure. I won’t be able to see him until next week, and you’ll see him before then. I know he won’t tell her, even by accident. He doesn’t want his mom on his case to settle down any more than she already is.”
I laughed. “You can say that again. So who all knows?”
“My mates, of course, Mama and Dad, and Ash.”
“Your coworker?”
He nodded. “Yeah. He’d known from the beginning that I’d spent my heat with four alphas, so he bought me a pregnancy test. I really couldn’t keep it from him.”
“How long have you known?” I asked, feeling a bit left out. I tamped the mood down. He’d only told a handful of people.
He shook his head. “Just over a month. I didn’t want to tell anybody else until closer to the end of the first trimester.”
“I think I get it.”
“So what’s going on with you lately?” he asked, changing the subject. “How’s the job hunt?”
I scrubbed a hand down my face, noting the scratch of my beard against my palm. “I had an interview two days ago…”
“Uh-oh, I know that tone.”
I licked my lips. “Yeah. I thought it was going ok, but they didn’t ask about my work history.”
He frowned, then forced a smile. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you think.”
“How? Wouldn’t that be something you’d ask if you were in their shoes?”
“Yes, but they might have a plan in mind.”
I huffed. “Yeah, like hiring somebody else.”
He studied me for a minute. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up over a job interview before.”
I hung my head. “I just… I knew I wasn’t going to get it before I even walked in. But I realized I really wanted it, you know?”
“Have you done all the follow-up etiquette? Sent a thank you for the interview, offered to be available for more questions, stuff like that?”
I nodded. “I sent all those the next morning.”
“Then it’s a wait and see.”
I groaned.
