Page 132 of Let It Snow
From where I stand, I can see his clean, perfect profile. He’s leaning over the table, fingers resting near his plate, eyes fixed on its surface. My poor cock throbs with happiness and impatience.
My omega ears pick up their conversation.
Lake is trying to talk Snow into going out to the marina where their cousin Veyron’s yacht is docked. Apparently, Veyron reached out to Snow to apologize for what happened at the start of my heat and offered him a chance to spend a few days on his yacht.
Snow shakes his head.
Bay jumps in with a cutting remark.
"Snow, the tragic, romantic hero, prefers to hole up in his basement and torture himself instead of relaxing on luxury yachts," he says, grinning at Lake. "You can tell Veyron that if Snow’s not going, I’ll take the invitation. His yacht’s amazing."
Lake shoots him a disapproving glare. "I’m not gonna tell him that!"
But Bay isn’t done. He turns to Snow.
"By the way, my manager told me Dennis is in town visiting his dad. Maybe you should meet up with him? A good hookup might improve your mood."
"That’s enough!" Aiden cuts in, glowering at Bay too. Bay leans back and shrugs.
"What? Why so serious? I’ve always said old flames don’t die. Snow dumped Theo, Summer dumped Snow, so why notDennis? Last option. Maybe seeing him would clear out some of this heavysnowstormaura…"
I have no idea who Dennis even is, though just the thought irritates me. Snow doesn’t seem interested anyway; he just keeps eating in silence. Lake speaks up.
"Bay, you could try showing your brother a little support. Especially because you can relate—"
Bay raises his voice, clearly trying to drown out the end of his dad’s sentence, and in a tone that’s slightly more conciliatory but still sour, he says, "Then at least come with me on the yacht, Snowball. We can sail and talk about all the omegas wecan’thave. Sounds good?"
"There’s a subtle difference between us, Bay," Snow says grimly.
"Oh? And what’s that?"
"My omega came back."
My heart nearly stops in my chest.
What?
Snow sensed me? He knows I’m here? Of course he does. Why am I even surprised?
I jerk back from the window so fast I trip over a low clump of evergreen shrubs and land hard on my butt. I hear footsteps. The door swings open. Lake appears, and a long blade of light from the doorway seems to slice straight across my face.
"Summer!!!"
The moment I see him, something twists in my stomach because I feel like such an idiot. Just a week ago, I said goodbye to him almost in the exact same spot in front of his house, and now here I am again, coming back like some silly goose.
I clench my fists nervously, but…
…Lake isn’t the kind of person who would ever make me feel like anything had happened that could change our relationship.
He practically launches into a sprint, moving with such ease and agility despite his age. He reaches me, scoops me into his arms, literally lifts me off the ground, spinning me around as he bursts out laughing.
"Summer, Summer," he keeps repeating, and then plants a loud, solid kiss on my cheek.
"Welcome back! You have no idea how happy I am that you’re here again," he whispers.
And just like that, I get emotional. Tears start running down my face. It feels good to be welcomed by him. I really do like him. A lot.
"Thank you," I mumble, holding him tightly. "I couldn’t miss out on having a dad-in-law like you. A dad-in-law and… a friend."
