“Did I make you mad?” he said softly, detaching the snow skates from his boots. Bailey wasn’t behind us anymore. I wasn’t sure where she’d gone off to.
“Not at all.” I left my skis and poles in the provided racks inside.
Relief flowed through his scent. “Oh good. I was thinking that maybe I did something wrong, or that last meeting wasn’t goodenough.”
I shook my head. “It has nothing to do with you. Well, it annoys me when you try to keep me. But every way you’ve made it up to me has been amazing.”
Too amazing. I wasn’t worth the things he put together. When I first said he needed to make it up to me, after wrecking my job, I didn’t think it would go beyond sex against the wall.
But no, he took me seriously–and showed up at my hotel and took me on a sunrise hot air balloon ride. Another time he’d arranged for a midnight picnic. Once we’d had a couples massage.
I should have drawn the line there, but it was a really good massage.
It was him wanting to be something more that got fucking annoying.
“They were good dates?” he perked.
Dates?It must’ve shown on my face because his expression drooped.
“You know what I do for a living. How could we ever be together? You literally broadcast half your life on social media, not to mention chaos is your brand. That and my business don’t go well together.” I tried to keep harshness out of my voice.
“You make me happy.” Nothing but sincerity came through his scent, which smelled of bad decisions and regret.
Okay, balsam and oranges. Same difference. He was that day-after-Christmas hangover you had because you ended up doing whiskey shots with your cousins to avoid all the family drama.
“Why?” I gave him a look.
Alphas wanted sweet omegas, like Fiona. Who wanted a delta? Especially an alpha musician who made semi-decent money and had abs that you could make pancakes on.
“I don’t care what you do for a living. Your value to me lies in your personality, mind, and heart, not your trigger finger. We can have a life together when neither of us are working, or you canwork with me. Well, I guess people might notice if you were doing jobs in every city, but other cities would be near enough. Oh, oh, you could work security for me. You could be up there on top of a building with your sniper rifle, making sure no one shoots me while I’m on stage,” he blurted.
Shite. I wasn’t expecting that.
“There you are. Let’s go. You’re the first one up.” Kace came over to us, Tyrell following.
Saved.Well, for now.
Dusty nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
This year’s festival theme wasCandy Cane Wonderland.The giant and elaborate main stage construction wasspectacular,correctly capturing what it would look like if candy canes and snowflakes had babies, and vomited glitter. When the lights went out it would be stunning.
Right now, the area was pretty empty. The festival wouldn’t start until well after dark, giving people time to finish up skiing, have some dinner, and perhaps take a nap. I think Dusty was going on around one or two in the morning. There would be an after party on one of the other stages. People partied until dawn, took a little nap, hit the slopes, and did it all again.Happy Christmas everyone.
I checked my phone again and saw that Fiona had sent me a couple of heart emojis.
Taking a picture of Dusty, I sent it to my brother.
Me
BroKen’s sound check.
My cousin had sent me the background check back. Other than Hale being reckless they seemed pretty good. No major arrests, no debts. Dusty dida lotof charity work.
But that seemed so him.
My brother texted me an emoji of the bird.
Tadgh
