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That means by the time I leave here, Riley will know, and my sibling group chat will be going wild with the news. It’s worth it to take care of this small thing for Cammie.
Lilian pulls back and looks at me for a moment, her face turning serious again. “I’ll hold off telling Riley for now, but you know she’ll want to help whenever you’re ready. All of us are here for you.”
“I know, but I don’t know enough yet, and the full weight of the Fields family might be a little much right now.”
She nods. “Deal, Finney. But I better get updates.”
I blow out a long breath. “You and me both, sister.”
Now all I have to do is figure out how to insert myself into this woman’s life.
The evening sun sits low in the sky, and the air is filled with the buzzing hum of insects. People are out walking their dogs, though Waffles is currently hiding from me since I’ve walked him more in the last three days than I did the entire last month. I park on the curb and grab my tools.
Evidence of Cammie’s kids is littered about the yard. A soccer ball sits by the oak in the front, and there’s a red wagon filled with toys. I never imagined we would find a mate who already had children. I don’t know why I didn’t consider it. It simply never occurred to me.
I’m not opposed to children. Most of my siblings already have a brood, and I love being Uncle Finn. I like kids and having them in our pack would only mean more folks to love.
The ache in my chest comes from the possibility that she already has a family with someone else. If that’s the case, I can’t ruin that for her, even if she was meant to be our mate. And that means I have to know. Reid’s talked to her twice but hasn’t gotten an answer.
Honestly, never send an alpha to do an omega’s job.
I knock on Cammie’s door.
Inviting myself over to her house to secure her lock is not wooing her slowly. But even after forcing myself to spend the day working instead of going to find her after I left downtown, my feet carried me here this evening.
A gangly boy with floppy brown hair, a freckled nose, and deep brown eyes opens the door a crack. His demeanor is closed off, annoyance radiating off him in waves. “Can I help you?”
This must be her son. Reid calls him the little warrior because he tried to protect his mom and sister the night they got into it with that asshole, Cliff. I can see precisely what Reid was talking about. He’s wedged his body against the door, blocking me from entering or seeing behind the small crack.
“Hi. I’m Finn, your neighbor. What’s your name?”
“What do you want?”
“Can I talk to your mom, please…” I gesture, making it clear I’m hoping for a name.
He doesn’t fill in the question. He doesn’t call for his mom either.
Sunshine the shit out of it, Finney.
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I see that you’re very protective of your family. I get that. I protect my people too. But I promise I’m here to help.” The little boy in front of me doesn’t speak, so I keep rambling. “My name is Finn, like I said.”
Oh my gods, why am I like this today?
“Reid, the firefighter you met the other day, sent me to secure the doors. I promise I know what I’m doing. It won’t take more than twenty or thirty minutes. You can even help me, so you know it’s on the up and up. And it will be a good skill for you to have to help protect them later.”
Mr. Bouncer doesn’t budge. It’s adorable. At the same time, he’s making me sweat.
“I only want to make sure your sister doesn’t get out again without an adult.”
A crack forms in his hard exterior. “Mom. Door.”He crosses his arms and waits.
Cammie is wearing her diner uniform when she comes to the door, her feet bare and her braid replaced with a messy bun. My body responds, every muscle straining with the force of keeping myself from trying to pull her in for a long hug. My dick, too, gets on board at the sight of all that exposed leg.
Fucking focus.Omegas are known for their one-track minds. My dick does a lot of my thinking for me, and generally, I’m cool with that. Right now, I’ve got competing priorities—the urge to protect her wins out over my need to flirt this beauty into my bed.
She eyes me warily, her brown eyes narrowing. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry to barge in unannounced. I’m Finton, but most people call me Finn. I live over on Oak Ridge.”
