Chapter Four #2
“I work in private security.” Saoirse’s look dared him to question it.
Though it wasn’t actually a lie. I really wanted to ask Dusty if he knew what she did–and learn more about how they knew each other…
Oh. Wait. I had heard about a hot lady assassin that he’d boned up against a brick wall in an alley. Was that how he was making it up to her?
I’d ask him later.
“Qué ricos,” Dusty said. He blinked. “Does everyone speak Spanish? Sorry. Habit.”
Dusty was adopted. He had six moms, who between them spoke three different dialects of Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian. Because of this, his family sort of had their own language.
Which was fitting.
“I speak Spanish. Also, French. I can swear in Arabic.” Hale took a sip of his coffee. “One of my moms is a translator. We had language nights at home growing up.”
“Arabic?” I blinked. That was a little random.
“One of the dads speaks Arabic. I never learned, but my sister Verity did to impress him.” Hale rolled his eyes. “Overachiever.”
“I speak French, Irish, and Italian.” Fiona nodded. “But Saoirse speaks like seven languages.”
“Nine.” Saoirse looked at Hale. “Including Arabic. It’s sensible, not overachieving.”
“Irish is her first language,” Fiona added.
Until those two I didn’t know that Irish was a language.
“But Spanish?” Dusty implored in Spanish.
Saoirse gave him a measured glance. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Ooh, I would.” He gave her a lusty wink.
For a moment it looked like she might throw her drink in his face. Grabbing her coffee, she went to sit by Hale with an annoyed huff.
Dusty sighed dreamily.
“Oh, wait, we need eye masks.” I got the box of pink undereye masks out of my bag. Every time I flew, even with my team, I had them. “Who wants one?” I took out a pack and passed them around.
“This brand? Impressed.” Fiona took one and gave the box to Dusty.
“I do believe in good skincare.” I nodded as I put mine on.
Hale took one. “Do you wear these on the plane to away games?”
“I do, and I pass them around.” It was fun to see who took one.
The flight attendant returned with more coffee and our breakfast. “Please sit, we’re ready to take off.”
Well… I’d have to find out about Dusty and Saoirse later.
I snuggled with Fiona on the couch while watching an episode of a telenovela. We liked to choose one to watch and talk about. Sometimes it was the same as what she was watching with her omega assassin friends, the ones Saoirse dubbed the omega assassin brunch society. Sometimes it was different.
Saoirse slept in the lounge. Dusty and Hale played cards with Kace and Tyrell.
“Did you know about Dusty and Saoirse?” Fiona whispered. “I thought she was into him and wanted to meet him, but I guess not? She looked like she wanted to murder him.”
“I feel like she wants to murder most people? I knew Dusty met a hot lady assassin, but I didn’t know it was Saoirse. Were you with her any of those times she mentioned?” I asked.
“I was with her on a job interrupted by a hot air balloon race, which was a makeup for the one interrupted with the remote control cars,” she explained. “But I didn’t realize it was BroKen that did the interrupting.”
“Wait, he interrupted the same job twice?” I glanced over at them.
“On two different continents.” Fiona giggled. “Saoirse only wants to murder annoying people. Oh, I can’t wait to find out how he made it up to her.”
“Hate sex?” I blurted, remembering her look of loathing at him.
“Pumpkin.” She shoved me laughing. Her look went thoughtful. “Huh. She does hook up with guys sometimes. Usually, she’s not into alphas. Though Dusty doesn’t seem like the stereotypical alpha.”
Dusty was small for an alpha, and very easygoing. He’d also grown up in a pack of beta mamas with alpha personalities, so he tended to hide his dominance. But he could absolutely alpha up.
Her fingers ran through my hair. “You need a haircut.”
“Probably.” I just hadn’t had time.
“I’m so glad I get to spend some time with you. You weren’t kidding when you’d told me back in August that your schedule got busy during the season,” she said. “Maybe you can think of something fun we can do together? Like a hobby besides watching telenovelas?
I thought for a moment. “Feel free to say no if it crosses a boundary, but could you teach me to shoot?”
She looked up at me. “Not what I expected. But, sure. It’s a good skill to have. You don’t know how to shoot at all?”
“Do laser tag and paintball count?” I sighed. “When my friend Gwen was kidnapped at the Christmas party and we went after her, I felt so useless.”
Fiona sat up. “Your friend was kidnapped? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Um, you were away with Saoirse. Really, her family saved her, but we couldn’t just sit and wait around, so we tried to help,” I explained.
Her frown deepened and her scent grew salty. “You and your friends just went off to save someone who was kidnapped?”
“Yeah.” I kissed her. “Don’t be jealous, Mi Reina.
Gwen is just a friend. Not only is she not my type, but she’s with my friends Clark and Tenzin.
She’s also that person that if I went missing, she’d come after me armed with only a hockey stick, ready to break some kneecaps.
You know, if you were kidnapped, I’d go after you.
I just feel like I have zero skills for situations like that.
Not that I ever thought I’d need it.” My brow furrowed. “I didn’t take that class in college.”
“I’ll get to meet her? It’s hard not to get jealous sometimes. But I can get behind a girl who likes to break kneecaps.” She grinned. “I’ll teach you to shoot. I can teach you other things, too. We might want to keep my friends away from Hale?”
“I’m curious yet horrified about what he and Arya could come up with,” I replied. That was her friend, the poisoner.
“Me, too.”
Fiona laid back down on my lap. “I know the chairs in the lounge become beds, but can I just nap here?”
I stroked her hair. “Of course you can. There’s no place I’d rather be.”