“Great, now tell us what happened on the date.”
Keld curled his lip at her. “Not that loose.”
“I’d start talking if I were you,” Loriun suggested. “Otherwise we only have Duion’s side of the story, and let me tell you, it’s not flattering.”
“The real story isn’t flattering either,” Keld grumbled. “I was a dick, okay?”
“Why?” Loriun pressed. “Not your type?”
Keld’s mind conjured an image of the Omega against his will—that creamy skin, stippled with freckles. His light, silky hair falling in his beautiful eyes. His tall, slim form and delicate hands.
“He was afraid!” Keld blurted out. “He was scared of me.”
Zasia blinked at him, baffled. “Why?”
“Not just me, Alphas in general.” Keld sighed. “He’s new to the island, never been around Mer, works with Alphas who are all worked up because their mates are in pain…”
Loriun winced. “I didn’t think of that.”
Keld sat upright. “Did you yell at him?”
“No!” Loriun said defensively. “He wasn’t there for the birth. His shift started later. I just… may have spoken a little harshly when he came in to check on Beau and Makai.”
Eksal choked on hishongeoand started laughing.
“So, if you look at the big picture, the bad date is actuallyyourfault,” Keld pointed out.
“That isnot—” Loriun halted mid sentence, eyes fixed over Keld’s shoulder.
“What?” Keld whipped around.
To his horror, a familiar figure sat perched at the bar, his slender fingers tapping a wine glass.
Grayson Miller. Again.
Chapter 11
Grayson
“You,” Jenna said, smacking Grayson on the arm. “Us. Bar. Go.”
“Reduced to single syllables?” Grayson teased.
“Yes.” Jenna bent forward, stretching her lower back. “God, I thought the week would never end.” Her scrubs were maroon today. The color brought out the rich hues in her skin and almond-shaped eyes.
“I need orthopedic shoes,” Tara grumbled, appearing from behind Grayson. “Did I hear bar?”
“Yes. Bar. Drink.”
“Jaeyong and Aureli, too?”
Jenna grunted an affirmation.
Grayson could hear the other two men’s voices from the locker area, wishing the night shift nurses luck. There were three ongoing labors, all male Omegas. Grayson personally blamed Aureli, who had uttered the cursed words, “It’s quiet today,” just an hour after they arrived at the birthing center.
As soon as the final two joined the group, the gaggle of exhausted midwives ambled off, beelining for the nearest pub. It was a cozy place with a bar and good food called Vitor’s Place.The owner, Vitor, was a Brazilian Omega who continued to run the bar despite his thirty-nine week pregnant belly. Every time one of the Brighid’s Well staff came for a drink, Vitor would be soundly scolded for working so hard in his condition.
“I’ll bet everyone five bucks it’s twins,” Tara said with a roll of her eyes. “I have no idea how that man is walking upright, let alone mixing drinks.”
