Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kyren
“Why are you wiggling?” Syrus complains as Silva struggles to escape the bed. “I thought you were going to sleep in with me?”
I got up around six this morning with Izzy and Harlan to work out. I just finished showering and dressing in the other room, and was about to get her up. She suggested that we go ice skating earlier in the day since schools are out today.
“I have to pee,” she hisses with a laugh. “Syrus, please!”
“Bah,” Syrus chuckles, releasing Silva so she can crawl off the giant bed and run to the bathroom.
We were busy while she was at work and we purchased her a new bed. It’s huge, but fits the room. Izzy made sure to clean up, and then taught us the art of making a bed the way Silva would want. It also has the same adjustable mattress that she likes.
The corners are perfect, her blankets and pillows are piled up the way she likes as well. Each of us notices different things about Silva, but nesting like things is all Izzy.
When she noticed it after her shower, she laughed, and then proceeded to crawl under the sheets and happily passed out. We hung out at the club for a little while after bringing her coffee and food. She was slammed, but at least she had food and caffeine in her belly.
“Are you stealing her away?” Syrus asks sleepily.
“Yes,” I chuckle. “I’m taking her on a date. Where do you suggest I take her for lunch later?”
“Evelyn’s,” he murmurs. “Silva loves their soup.”
“After ice skating, I think that’ll be perfect,” I agree.
“Do you know how to skate?” Syrus asks, yawning as he stretches. The blanket slides down his body, and his cock makes it tent up.
“Nope,” I say, yanking my eyes away from Syrus’ dick.
“Glad I didn’t have to remind you where my eyes were,” he chuckles. “Silva is a good teacher. You’ll be fine as long as you pay attention to her.”
“She doesn’t know I don’t know how to skate,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. It’s warm, and I have no doubts that it’s as red as my hair.
“Well, it’s not gonna be a secret for long,” he snarks.
“Haha. I know,” I sigh. “I’m going to go make her coffee.”
Leaving her to get dressed, the coffee is ready by the time she comes downstairs.
“Ooh, yay,” she cheers, wrapping her hands around the travel cup. This way, she can enjoy it while we head to the rink.
“Good morning,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her lips.
“‘Morning,” she pouts, taking another sip. “It’ll kick in soon. Promise. Working late always makes my body feel like it’s on a weird clock.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, meaning it.
“Syrus said that if you don’t dress warmly, he’ll spank you,” Izzy reports, popping his head into the kitchen.
Silva’s head tilts as she thinks, and Izzy’s eyes grow wide.
“I don’t know if I like spanking or not,” she shrugs.
“Good to know,” he says, looking as if he just swallowed his tongue.
She gives him a serene smile as she hops off the barstool and takes her coffee with her.
“Ready?” she asks me.
“Absolutely,” I say, in awe of her. As I walk past Izzy, I push his jaw closed until his teeth click. “Don’t catch flies, Baby Boy.”
He snaps his teeth at me as we walk away, and I help Silva into her coat as I chuckle.
“Gloves,” I mutter, watching as she pulls them out of her coat pocket. “Sorry I had to destroy your other stuff. It had blood on it. I’ll buy you a new coat and such if you get me a list.”
“It’s fine,” she says, shrugging as she pulls on her gloves. “These are my favorite pair. They have an internal warming component.”
“Do you have a coat that does that too?” I ask, already planning to upgrade it.
“I don’t,” she says, putting a fuzzy hat over her hair. It’s up in a bun, and she has little pieces loose to frame her hair. She looks beautiful.
Her indestructible, smudgeproof lip stuff is on, the kind that doesn’t seem to move even during messy kisses. I swear, it’s some kind of girl sorcery.
My gaze finds Izzy and he winks at me before coming over to hug Silva. He discreetly checks her coat for a tag size, and then kisses her hard.
“Have fun,” he murmurs. “Don’t miss me too much.”
Harlan is on the back porch, already making plans to screen it in and set up outdoor furniture before the storm hits. I want to be able to hang out and be comfortable wherever she wants.
With it being this cold, if anyone sees me fucking one or both of my omegas on the porch, they deserve the show.
“I’ll try,” Silva says with a smirk, and I open the door for her.
Izzy makes sure to lock up for us, while I help Silva down the stairs. She’s wearing snow boots that are adorable, and different from her usual combat ass kicking ones.
The conversation is easy and teasing as I walk her around to the passenger side door. Dating a woman is different from a man, but if Izzy would let me, I’d open his doors too.
The little shit is just very independent. That’s not to say Silva isn’t, but she’s letting me do the gentlemanly thing under the guise of a date. I need to do more of these things if it means she’ll let go a bit more.
The drive to the outdoor rink doesn’t have much traffic, and parking is easy.
“They rent skates inside,” she explains, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside.
There’s both outdoor and indoor rinks it seems, and one of the inside rinks is public, while the other is for hockey players. There are certain hours in which the outdoor rink is open, and Silva tells me about how sometimes the hockey team will train out there if the coach is pissed off at them.
It’s clean, well run, and everyone is really nice too.
I still get the wary glances until they see Silva, and then they seem to relax. I completely understand. If anyone in this town has experienced even a sliver of what Silva has, they’re right to worry. I’m a big guy, though I can play the nonchalant game too.
Unfortunately, when I’m standing, it’s more difficult to hide my size.
Skates in hand, we put them on and trudge out to the outdoor rink.
“Ready?” she asks, winking as she steps out and glides on the ice.
“Why did that look so easy?” I grumble.
“It’s easier when you’re not so far from the ground, Mister,” a little girl says, following Silva out onto the ice.
“I’m going to fall on my ass,” I groan.
Silva skates back to me, her eyes mischievous.
“Are you ready to confess?” she asks.
“I don’t know how to skate,” I grumble. “I figured it couldn’t be that hard.”
“Such a baby,” she coos, teasing me. “First step is to side step onto the ice.”
She coaches me through the basics: marching, falling, and more. Within the next half hour, I learn enough that I can stay upright and skate without falling too often on my ass, while she skates circles around me.
“Stick around and you’ll get the hang of it,” she says.
Oh, I’m not going anywhere, Princess. She’s stuck with me forever. One day, she’ll trust me enough to ask for a bond bite. I just need to be patient.
We have a really good time skating together until I notice her teeth chattering, so I talk her into going to lunch.
“I’m starving,” I pout when she looks like she’s going to argue.
“I guess we should feed you then,” she decides.
The rink is getting busier now, and I don’t really trust my skating skills either. I’ll let the kids enjoy this. I’m done. Getting off the ice, we return our skates, and I sigh in relief as I put my boots back on.
“What kind of food are you in the mood for?” she asks.
“Something warm,” I chuckle. “Syrus mentioned that there’s a place with really good soup you like?”
“Getting insider secrets, I see,” she grins.
“I don’t play fair, and I never will,” I confess, holding out my hand for her to hold.
“Rules can be overrated,” she admits, taking it.
I mean, she’s not wrong. The “rules” of society would cringe, clutch their pearls, and cry about what we did to Brad Fielding.
A missing person report has been filed since he didn’t show up to any of his meetings and his room was empty outside of his belongings.
His rental car was also still in the parking lot.
No one knows where he is, and it appears as if his brother has also disappeared.
I fucking love my life. I don’t want to be respectable, even though I can pull it off if necessary.
“They’re often overrated,” I agree, squeezing her hand as we walk to the car.
Silva hasn’t asked about what happened to Brad, and I’m not offering up anything unless she does. Plausible deniability is important. There’s no way we’ll ever get caught, but I don’t want to have the burden of that information.
She slept so well, she barely even twitched last night. Sometimes, the best therapy is murder.
Once we’re in the car, I turn on the radio as we drive, smiling as she begins to sing. Silva has a beautiful voice, clear and strong.
She can rap with the best of them, she sings to Pink, and she’s an adorable little emo omega as the songs change. I almost miss the restaurant as she points to it with a smile, helping me find parking.
The town is bustling with people now that it’s lunch time.
Evelyn’s is set up like a tea house. It’s gorgeous and reminds me of some kind of Victorian era house.
I can’t stop looking at the architecture as we sit down, kind of enamored with it.
Harlan and I have worked together on lots of different construction jobs while undercover, and I can appreciate pretty buildings.
“Earth to Kyren,” Silva says, amused as I blush.
“I’m admiring the crown molding,” I confess. “I’ve learned all kinds of things while working with our unit.”
“You’re not with a government agency, huh?” she asks.
We’re tucked into a corner and it’s loud. I doubt anyone will be able to hear me as I shake my head.
“Not anymore. Haven’t been for years,” I say. “We left for the same reason Syrus did in a way.”
We’ve all been doing a lot of talking, and he opened up about why he left Seattle’s finest.
“These cases, once they go cold, sit in a drawer forever,” I say. “There’s no DNA to go on, no evidence sometimes that something bad happened to them.”
“Like me,” Silva murmurs. “We were probably initially deemed missing because we left the foster home without saying goodbye. A short while after that, G’s people found us.”
“We got tired of coloring between the lines,” I say. “Having a chain of command chafed, and it really frustrated us. Our unit works a lot better as it is.”
“I hate that Izzy has to hide,” she grumbles.
“About that,” I say, blowing out a breath.
“I do too, but he’s adamant about not getting outed.
No matter what, Izzy is incredible at what he does.
Depending on what missions we decide to go on, I want him to go off his medication more often.
If we can sync up heats so you have them together, we’ll hole up the way we did before.
It’s not healthy for him to go a year without a break. ”
The two of us fall silent as a waitress takes our orders. Silva orders tea as well to warm up, making me smile. This is the kind of place where you should definitely order tea.
“Where did you learn your, ah, computer skills?” she asks, once the waitress bustles off.
“High school actually,” I shrug. “I took some programming classes, made some nerd friends that enjoyed getting into trouble and taught me everything they knew about coding. I was just good enough to be dangerous. Got caught funny enough. I was told that I could either get on board or go to jail.”
“So what happened?” Silva asks.
“I agreed to their terms, and they made me disappear. I only had my mom left, but she would never fail to tell me what a pain in the ass I was. It was no skin off my nose to fall off the face of the earth. New identity, new life sounded good to me. I became Kyren without a thought, and they paid for my school.”
“So what happened when you left? People put time, energy, and money into your unit…Especially you. Did they just let you walk away?” she asks.
“Harlan and Aiden called in a shit ton of favors,” I say. “In the end, we got out the same way you did. I put together a Burn File, and threatened to take everyone with us. We are damn good at what we do, and they knew it.”
“We bite when the leash gets too tight,” Silva murmurs.
“We keep the contacts we need, gain new ones as we go, and keep our methods in house. It’s better if we don’t owe someone a favor, you know?”
“Yes, I do,” she says.
Silva doctors her tea when it comes, and the soup is just as good as I was told. Hmm. Maybe I don’t suck at this date stuff.
On the way out of the restaurant, she holds my hand, gesturing down the street.
“They have really good desserts here,” she says.
As we walk, my lips curl in amusement as I see that this is the cafe that Harlan camped out at when we arrived in Widows Peak. This is a full circle moment of sorts.
“They have the best chocolate torte cake, and I’m currently craving it,” she says as we walk inside.
“A chocolate craving sounds dire,” I say. “We need to rectify this immediately.”
Her lips twitch as she rolls her eyes, but we get half a cake for the house. Why should she have all the fun?
Box in hand, I feel like a simp as I walk back to the car with her, my free arm wrapped around her.
“How was my first date with a girl?” I ask, squeezing her.
“It was perfect,” she says, leaning into me.
Sometimes, you’re not looking for things and they drop into your lap. It doesn’t mean you need it any less.