Page 55 of Patchwork Pixie

“Conflict of interest. My firm represents Ruby against Tanner, so we can’t work with you.” He squeezed her hand and lifted it to his lips.

“You can’t represent your mate.”

“He isn’t. Mr. Mayfield is representing me.”

Marshall chuckled as Dane paled. “He hadn’t met an omega of our kind before. She’s a very welcome client.”

Dane thudded back in his chair.

Ruby looked toward Rayden’s plate, and she snitched a piece of sausage before he could defend it. She nibbled at the stolen protein, and Rayden was grinning at her. Well, she actually had chosen his sausage first.

“Don’t you have to go to hockey or something?”

He grinned. “Not for a few hours. Watching you eat is surprisingly fun.”

Marshall added, “We are going out for dinner. I am thinking Italian or Chinese. I want to see her eat noodles.”

She blushed. “Geez.” She ticked her fingers off, and she sighed. “Damn. Twenty-one days until the performances are over. It suddenly feels like an eternity.”

Rayden smiled. “Solstice is the last one.”

Ruby paused. “You are kidding.”

“No. Very serious.”

“Oh, I really want to invite a friend to perform the finale.” She chuckled. “I wrote that part of the choreography with her in mind.”

Rayden tilted his head. “I have heard that the narrator has pneumonia. They are doing an emergency casting for it. Does she have a good voice?”

“Oh. Yeah. Her voice is amazing. It is to her what the needles are for me.” She chuckled. “She is also stunning to look at during a full moon.”

Rayden paused. “She’s like you?”

“Oh, no. Height, yes. Pearl skin, yes. Like me? Not a bit. We met when I was enrolled in school here. She’s excellent at concealment.”

Marshall asked, “Does she have a name?”

“Melany. I don’t know her last name.” She smiled. “We were kids. I can probably stalk her online using her hobbies, but I need my computer.”

He nodded. “Let me know. We can feel that there are a number of omegas around, but you all hide so well you are difficult to locate unless we bodycheck you in the malls and offices.”

Rayden grinned. “I can, but eventually, I would get arrested, and if the guys on the ice are omegas, they are well concealed.”

She snorted and finished her coffee. She looked at Dane. “So, sorry. What did you want to discuss?”

“I wanted to apologize for Tanner.”

“Acknowledged. You fucked up, and I will likely not forgive you for it.”

He nodded. “I guess I will see you Sunday then.”

“Yup. I have to let Uncle Leon know he will have extra guests.”

Dane stared. “It’s a family meeting.”

She smiled at him. “They are family.”

He blinked, got money out, and tossed it next to his plate. “Can you be pleasant to my wife?”

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