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I laugh. For as big as Mason is—over six and a half feet tall, with thick arms and large hands—he’s a teddy bear. Super sweet and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless that fly was hurting someone he cared about. My heart swells with affection for my best friend’s mate.
“No,” I say with a chuckle. “I just had a rough day. Nothing a bottle of wine won’t cure.”
“After I get Zane settled, I’ll get the guest room set up.”
Brandon smiles at his mate’s back, hearts dancing in his eyes. “He’s the best, ain’t he?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I say with a playful roll of my eyes. “Where’s the wine? Let’s get this party started.”
Chapter 7
Rome
Myfeelingsareallover the place. After hearing everything Benjamin said, I feel like complete and utter shit. My head is all jumbled because my mate is hurting and there’s nothing I can do about it. I don’t know where he lives or even if he’s home. I could look in his personnel file, but that would be a major invasion of his privacy.
Instead of being a creep and snooping in files that are locked up for good reason, I get to work on my latest client’s case. And all I can think about is Benjamin. As the hours slip by, he’s not far from my mind. No matter what I do, something reminds me of my omega. Hell, this desk reminds me of my omega. My eyes keep drifting back to the spot where I fucked him, tasted him, made him come.
Fucking dammit!
Angrily, I shut off my computer and pull on my jacket. I’m done here. There’s nothing else I can do without driving myself crazy.
When I get to my car, I start it, but don’t start driving. Instead, I call Miles. He’s the only person that knows the whole story and can tell me I fucked up while giving me some sound advice.
Advice I desperately need.
I start the call and lean back in my seat, eyes closed while it rings on the speakers. He answers after the third ring. “Hey, what’s up?” Miles asks when he answers.
“I fucked up,” I say by way of greeting.
“With your omega again? What happened?”
Ignoring the flutter I feel when Miles calls him my omega, I tell him the conversation I had with Benjamin. I don’t mention Benjamin telling me he’s infertile—that seems like something he wouldn’t want bandied about. I just tell Miles that Benjamin got some bad news, then ran into the abandoned child shortly after. Finally, I tell him how I shouted at Benjamin because he was late.
Miles is quiet for a while. When he finally speaks, he asks, “Why didn’t you ask if he was okay first?”
Growling, I slam a hand on the steering wheel. “I don’t fucking know Miles! I was upset.”
“About?”
Sighing, I rub my eyes. “I had lunch for us. I wanted to talk to him about what was going on between us. I wanted to try to clear the air or something. When he didn’t show, I got upset. Then he waltzed in like nothing was wrong and—”
“How was he supposed to know what you had prepared, Rome? Did you tell him?”
“Of course not! Why do you think I feel like shit about it?”
He hums. “Looks like you owe him an apology. And an explanation about what’s going on. You owe him that much.”
“I know.” I blow out a deep breath. “What do I say?”
“Honestly? That you were an asshole and you shouldn’t have yelled. Tell him that you have some baggage that you need to get rid of and that you didn’t mean to take it out on him. Tell him that you’ll be better for him because you will. Fate put you two together. Stop fighting against it and go get your omega.”
He’s right. I knew Miles would give me sound advice. And the thought of apologizing isn’t even daunting. I need to do it, more for him than for me. He needs to know that I really didn’t mean it and I will be better for him. Because I will.
Benjamin tried to be nice to me. From when we met up until about a month after I started working. I can see why he gave up. I would have had enough of the cold shoulder too.
And then when he started giving me shit, I thought I hated it, but I eventually had to admit it started to be the highlight of my day. In the moment, I couldn’t stand it, but when I thought back on my day and any exchange I had with Benjamin, I would always grin despite myself.
Benjamin needs to know that. He needs to know everything.
