Page 120 of Generation Omega: Revealed
I take a step closer to him, surprising us both. “Thatcher, we’re playing a game, guessing who’s on the boat. Want to play with us?”
Thatcher’s intensity remains as his gaze slowly raises to meet mine, his thick, grabbable hair tempting me as it falls over his forehead. “Serious or humorous?” Of course, he wants to know the rules of the game.
“Your choice.”
“Well, a butler would be nice or a chocolatier. But what we really need is a publicist.”
“Those are good choices, especially the chocolatier. He might quickly become my favorite.” Knowing Gideon will protect me if I need protecting, I dare to lean closer to Thatcher. Into his ear, I whisper, “I’ll love you. I’ll accept you. I’ll even listen to your guidance before making decisions. You only need to do one thing to earn a place in my heart—accept me and what I need most in my life.” I kiss his cheek before moving away, almost dizzy from Gideon’s overwhelming pride.
I turn in the direction of the growing pull and see the outline of a small boat approaching. The darkness obscures the two men in the boat, but I know they’re there.
Kazimir extends his hand toward me, and I notice the case he’s holding.
“Night vision,” he grumbles, probably indignant about being forced to please me. I’ll be able to torture him forever, just by wanting things he’ll have no choice but to provide. He did try to kill me, so any punishment I devise is well earned.
Completely fair, baby girl.I swoon at having Gideon inside me, hearing all my thoughts and sharing his.
“Ooh, night vision—I feel super stealthy. Should I take a peek?”
Gideon’s hand rests on my shoulder and our bond tingles. “That’s up to you. This isyourheat and we’reyouralphas.”
Before I do anything, Ethan moves closer. “Till…”
“What?”
“It’s almost dawn.” He speaks those words like they mean something profound, not a warning of the coming brightness or just the beginning of another day.
“I know, and…”
His smile takes my breath away. “Happy birthday, Tillie.”
I feel the shock in my alphas, but I just lean into Ethan and sigh as he hugs me. “Best birthday weekendever.”
We both laugh and cry, and grip each other like nothing will ever tear us apart.
My birthday.
The day my pack is complete.
The first day of my heat.
None of this is an accident.
When Ethan and I release each other, the tug of my approaching alphas strengthens. Ethan takes the goggles and adjusts the straps over my head, ensuring I can see. With his hands steadying me, I stare into the distance until I find the boat.
“We’ve got aburlyman in…” I squint, unable to believe my eyes. “… a freaking kilt! He’s wearing a kilt… oh…wow! Happy birthday to me!”
You’re welcome.Oh, my inner omega and the whole dang legacy—hugebonuses this year. Talk about wooing a girl.
Not to be outdone, Gideon reminds me, with images planted in my thoughts, that he too has a kilt and wore it well in an action film and two blockbuster sequels. I purr at him through our connection.
“But doesKilt Manhave a food truck? That’s the real question,” Ethan teases, and my cheeks ache from my ridiculously enormous grin.
“A kilt,” Thatcher mutters. “That seems odd, doesn’t it, inCalifornia?”
Ethan’s body shakes with unrestrainable humor. “No, not really. The highland games were this weekend.”
“No way! That’sawesome. I hope he can throw logs, and I’m already thinking a naked pack tug-o-war is going to be an every Friday tradition. Winning side getsme!”
