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“And that’s why I love you,” she says brightly, reaching across the table to take my hand. “You’re in good hands, honey. I’m proud to have you as one of my girls.”
I’m overcome with emotion, and tears fill my eyes as I squeeze her hand. “Thank you for never speaking badly about her,” I say. “Even when I wanted you to agree with me.”
She nods. “I will never say anything negative about the person that brought you into my life. Without her, you wouldn’t exist.”
I huff out a laugh, even as tears fill my eyes. “That’s one way to look at it.”
I expect Landon to be waiting for me, but Vincent is sitting at a table, a coffee in his hand.
He looks up at me and quirks his lip, and my heart stutters.
He’s dressed in a black button-up, with the sleeves rolled up and his thick forearms exposed. His blonde hair is slightly slicked back, giving him a polished look, and his light blue eyes watch me carefully as I approach him.
“Unless you’re planning on pulling an all-nighter, I would say it’s too late for coffee,” I joke.
Ever since my realization with Tammy, any frustration I’ve had with Vincent has faded.
He’s the family I’ve chosen.
“You should know by now sleep is the least of my worries,” he says, lifting an eyebrow. But he finishes his cup and stands, tossing it in the trash as we head out the door.
The sun is setting, and the air is slightly chilly.
It’s a beautiful evening, and I’m not ready to go home when we reach his car.
Not when Vincent looks at me with those devastating, soulful eyes.
“You look handsome,” I say fondly, reaching to caress the collar of his shirt. “You clean up well.”
A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. “I had to dress for the occasion,” he says simply.
I cock my head. “Oh?”
He nods, running a hand through his hair. “You have to know I’m not the best at…communicating, Skylar,” he says. “But I’m trying. And Landon was supposed to pick you up tonight, but I wanted to be the one to tell you.”
Hope bubbles in my chest. “Tell me what?” I step closer to him, unable to stay away from his warm, dark scent.
“There’s a press conference happening in a few days,” he says. “Regarding the disappearances and search efforts. It will be police chiefs, us, and a few politicians.”
I nod. “That’s good, right?”
“It is. It will be televised on national news. Reporters and journalists will be there, too.”
My eyes widen. “That’s great. The more eyes on this, the better.”
“They’ll be mentioning the missing Omegas by name,” he adds.
“So, they’ll talk about April on national news?” I gasp, my heart racing.
Vincent’s gaze softens. “Yes,” he says quietly. “And that’s where you come in, if you want to.”
I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?”
“If you want to, you can speak at that press conference. I talked to a few people I know, and they would like at least one survivor there. I mentioned you and pulled a few strings.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious?” I ask finally.
He nods, eyeing me warily. “I know you want to help,” he says. “I know what it’s like to beat yourself up for thinking you’re not doing enough. You don’t have to do this, Skylar, but it’s an option. You could tell your story or just talk about April. You would have a national platform to do it on.”
