Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(22)
“Great, so she eavesdrops too.” Beck got to his feet and headed for the garage. “I’m going out for a bit.”
“When you come back, make sure the stick that’s up your ass is removed,” Kane said as he turned on the television.
The door slammed, and I rolled my eyes at the tantrum. “What are we going to do about that?”
“Nothing. He’ll come around. Hopefully we’ll get some answers from Brian soon about what the hell happened so Beck will stop thinking Kayla is lying.” Rio started up the stairs. “I’m going to check on her, and then I’ll be back to watch the game footage, Kane.”
“I’ll go check on her.” I moved up the stairs past Rio, who had paused. I could smell the lingering scent of Kayla where there hadn’t been any when we’d come down. “The sooner you two get done picking apart every one of our plays, the sooner we can relax.”
I hated watching replays of the games and ripping apart our every move. When we’d first started playing Alphaball more seriously, it had been fun to move up the ranks, but now we were at the top of our game, the fun had been sucked out of the sport for me.
After I’d broken my arm, I had a lot of time to think about just how much time and energy we put into the sport. While it did give us the launching point for our sportswear brand and our nutritional brand that was being developed, it also took a lot out of us mentally and physically.
I walked to the kitchen and found Kayla finishing her breakfast. She hadn’t noticed I’d walked into the room yet, and I cleared my throat, causing her to jump.
“You’re awfully jumpy. Are you scared of us or something?” I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a coffee drink. I hated brewed coffee but loved the sugary coffee drinks. Not the best choice, but I hadn’t had the chance to go get one.
“Not used to men sneaking up on me.” She put her fork down and closed the lid to the syrup. “So, what’s my fate?”
I took a drink of my coffee and leaned against the counter, crossing my legs. “We know you were listening. Your perfume was in the stairwell.”
She cringed. “Can you blame me?”
“No. I would have wanted to know what was being said about me too.” I pushed off the counter and grabbed her plate to put in the sink. “I am curious as to why you didn’t make a bigger stink out of the whole thing though.”
She looked down at her hands for a moment before her blue eyes lifted to meet mine. “What good would that have done? Even if I had gotten into contact with you guys or Omega Match would have even listened, didn’t you guys have Brian do all the paperwork and submitting?”
“Yes. We trusted him to take care of everything. Clearly, we had a lapse in judgment.” I hated that we were the ones that had caused this whole debacle because we were too busy and lazy to take care of it ourselves. It wouldn’t have taken us more than thirty minutes. “But what’s done is done, and honestly? Now that I think more about it, I don’t think your sister would have been a good fit for us.”
“I overheard them talking.” I gave her a confused look. “Brian and Beck. At the meet and greet they stepped outside, and basically, Brian said with the perfect omega, it will only help you guys, and if not then you can just ship her back because you can afford the fine. I told my sister not to put your pack.”
I ran my hand down my face and shook my head at the nerve of Brian and Beck. “Their ideas of a perfect omega aren’t mine. There is no such thing as perfect. Some award isn’t going to make you perfect for every pack.”
“I won’t change who I am and what I want out of life for a pack. Especially one that doesn’t seem to know what the hell they want.” She stood and adjusted Kane’s T-shirt she was wearing.
A bit of jealousy crept in. I wanted her in my shirt and marked with my scent too.
I rounded the island and took her in my arms. She stiffened the slightest bit, and I started to doubt my move, but then she melted into me. “I never want you to change who you are.”
“You don’t even know me.” Her hands were braced against my chest, but instead of pushing me away as I nuzzled into her neck, she gripped my shirt. “I’m messy, opinionated, and just a bit stubborn.”
“Don’t let our clean house fool you. We have people that come to clean. They should actually be coming today.” In fact, they’re supposed to be cleaning right now.
She pushed away from me, and I grumbled my dislike of our separation. “I don’t want them touching my things.”
“They seem to be no shows, which is weird because they usually text if something comes up.” I pulled out my phone and sent a text to them.
“Brian probably told them not to come.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “He wasn’t very nice to me.”
“He can be a little blunt.” I read the text message I got back. “They were told not to come today since we didn’t know your feelings on having people you haven’t met clean your space.”
Brian should have been telling us these things instead of taking it upon himself. His job was to manage our team, not our damn pack.
“There’s no way I’m cleaning this house, but I’d like to meet them before they’re all up in my business.” She walked over to the windows, looking out at the pool and skyline.