He turned the radio on quietly as he drove to our destination, not forcing me to chat. I was freaking out a bit and he was giving me space for that.
I felt like I was betraying my omega’s trust. Rylan wasn’t expecting anyone but me and here I was walking in with a fucking scent match.
“Rox!” Rylan called out the moment he saw me.
His eyes didn’t even veer behind me where Kota was walking. Rylan was looking at me like I was the only girl in the world, like he always did.
The way I was gone for the omega was truly insane. I knew scent-matches intensified things, I just always assumed it wouldn’t be this quick.
Especially when he was so hesitant. That seemed to fade more each day we spent together.
“Hey, Rylan,” I said as I sat.
“How’d it go with the hockey players?” he asked.
The way he said ‘hockey players’ was a testament to how much he disliked them, too, something I knew Kota wasn’t going to miss.
“Oh, you wound me,” the delta teased as he took the chair beside mine.
Rylan’s eyebrows raised as he looked at me. “You brought a stray with you?”
I choked on air. It wasn’t laughter, but horror. This was a fucking trainwreck.
Not just on a personal level, either. Here I was preaching that I was unbiased, and even my roommate was making jokes about hockey players.
“Oh, you two are going to be so much fun,” Kota said, his grin widening further.
He clearly didn’t have a filter, either.
“I take it you’re one of the hockey boys,” Rylan drawled, completely unimpressed by the flirty delta. I couldn’t do anything but swivel my head back and forth as they verbally sparred.
“Now I have to know what they did to you two.”
“Who?” Rylan demanded, almost affronted but also defensive, giving himself away completely.
“Whatever hockey player put that scowl on your face, cutie.”
Rylan’s scowl only deepened and I answered to save him from having to.
“Let’s just say for me it’s daddy issues, but don’t worry, I will be unbiased in the article. I promise.”
“I have no doubt about that,” Kota said. “You don’t seem like the type to be that petty.”
Rylan snorted because we both knew damn well we were petty as hell.
The waitress walked up to take our order, and we each took a minute to browse the menu as she grabbed our drinks.
“I’m going to give you a minute to gossip about me while I run to the bathroom,” Kota teased as he stood, knocking once against the table before leaving us behind.
“We’re scent-matches,” I blurted out immediately before slumping against the table, my face pressing against the cool surface.
Rylan was quiet long enough that I worried he hadn’t heard me.
Finally, he found his voice as he reached over and gripped my arm.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No,” I whispered, almost a whimper.
