“I’m going to personally make sure that none of your pack is there when the shooting starts,” Eric promised. “You have my word on that.”
Coming from anyone else, those words would have been hollow, but Jayna believed them from Eric.
*
After working out a few more details of their plan to bring the Albanians down, which included Eric giving her Cooper’s contact info, Jayna headed back to her room with her head spinning. What a freaking day.
Megan yanked open the door the minute she knocked. “Finally! You’ve been up there showing the new omega his room for an hour. Since when do you hang around with omegas?”
Jayna felt terrible for worrying Megan, but she couldn’t tell her who Eric really was. Not yet.
“I don’t hang around with them.” Jayna locked the door and wedged the chair underneath the knob. “I was just being polite and making sure he got comfortably settled in.”
She didn’t look at Megan as she walked into the tiny kitchen and grabbed the bag of Doritos sitting on the table. She opened it and reached in for a handful of chips.
“You were just being polite,” Megan said. “And I suppose being polite required you to clean his scratches for him?”
Jayna almost choked on a chip. She turned to look at Megan “What?”
Megan pointed at her hand. “There’s blood on the back of your hand. Don’t even bother denying it belongs to him. His scent is very unique.”
Jayna twisted her hand around until she saw the tiny smear. She scrubbed it off with a paper towel. “Um, yeah, I helped him clean up. I thought it’d be a good idea to be friendly to him. We might have to go out on a job together, and it would be nice to have an omega covering our backs and not stabbing us in them.”
That line sounded suitably dramatic to her, but Megan didn’t look like she was buying it. “Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Will you be helping Brandon and Caleb clean up next?”
Jayna shoved a handful of pointy Doritos in her mouth and crunched loudly.
Megan laughed and waved her hand. “Okay. Go ahead and keep your secrets for now. But if you come up here with Eric’s scent all over your clothes again, I’m going to think you’ve been getting busy with the new guy.”
Jayna watched in disbelief as Megan wandered over to her bed and thumbed through an old issue of Cosmo. She hadn’t even thought about anyone smelling Eric’s scent on her. Now that he was going to be living at the loft, it wouldn’t be as much of an issue, but she still had to be careful.
But while Megan might be smiling, Jayna knew there were some hurt feelings there too. There had never been secrets between the two of them. Jayna felt crappy about keeping her friend in the dark, but there was simply too much at risk.
There was something Jayna needed to tell Megan though. She walked over to her own bed and sat down, facing her friend.
“Megan, I have to tell you something, and I need you to promise that you won’t breathe a word of what I say to anyone else, not even the guys.”
That got Megan’s attention. She lowered the magazine and looked at Jayna with alarm. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jayna assured her. “I just need to tell you something.”
“Okay,” Megan said hesitantly.
Jayna took a deep breath, hoping Megan wouldn’t ask a lot of questions she wasn’t ready to answer. “If something goes wrong, find Eric. He’ll get you and the guys out of here.”
Confusion flitted across Megan’s face, quickly followed by fear. “What do you mean, ‘go wrong’? What do you think is going to happen? And why would Eric help us? He’s an omega.”
Jayna shook her head, refusing to give in to the instinct begging her to tell Megan everything. “Please don’t ask me for details because I can’t give them to you right now. But Eric is different. If there’s trouble, promise that you’ll go to him for help, okay?”
“Okay.” Megan bit her lip. “But nothing is going to happen. Right?”
Jayna forced herself to smile. “Of course not. Everything is going to be fine. I just wanted to tell you. In case.”
She hoped.
Chapter 7
“Hey, you okay?” Jayna asked as she gently elbowed him in the ribs.
Becker started. Damn, he’d just about fallen asleep on her shoulder in the back of the big Cadillac Escalade. In the front seat, the two Albanians were quietly talking in their own language while the two omegas occupying the middle row were laughing about something.
He sat up straighter, blinking the sleep—and the early-morning sun—out of his eyes and popping a kink out of his neck. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I know you haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. Speaking of which, you didn’t have to come out with me on this one, you know. I could have handled it on my own.”