Page 18 of Gamers' Omega

I remembered all the alphas who’d only thought about themselves, and here, right in front of me, was a man who’d casually explained how important working with his partners was.

Would I ever find a man who’d respect me like that?

“I… I guess I should go to bed,” I stammered. If I didn’t I’d end up talking about my bad dating history, and neither of us needed that.

He tilted his head to one side and studied me. The low lights caught his different eye colors and for a moment I was struck by how stunning he was.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded, probably quicker than necessary. “Yeah. I don’t want to distract you from your work.”

He smiled. “You don’t have to if you’re not tired. I can chat for a bit. Beck will probably be working for a little while longer, and I’d planned to go to bed at the same time as him.”

“I should let you work.”

“Up to you. Were you warm enough last time? It’s the same blankets.”

“I was fine.”

“Ok, let me know if you need more.”

“I should be ok.”

He studied me again, then nodded, almost as if it was to himself. “Ok. Sweet dreams.”

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Chapter 6

~March~

“Everything ok, Owen?” I asked as I grabbed plates from the pass. “You seem distracted today.”

He blinked and forced a smile. “Yeah. Thanks for asking.”

Part of me wanted to argue. It was clear something was bothering him, but he was my boss.

Plus… I had plates to deliver.

“I’m here if you need to talk about it,” I replied as I hustled from the kitchen. It was the best middle-ground I could come up with on the spot.

“I seated the gamers in your section,” Mandy, the assistant manager, informed me as she passed me going the other way.

“Thanks!”

I dropped the plates, then hurried to the drink station to pull sodas for the guys.

“Do you know what’s up with Owen today?” I asked when Mandy came in and grabbed a glass.

She sighed. “No, he’s been like this a few days now. I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner. Something’s on his mind, but he’s the type to keep things to himself.”

“Maybe his cousin?” I asked, waiting for bubbles to go down on a soda. “He’s due in a few weeks right? Is there a problem with the pregnancy?”

“I thought that too,” Mandy replied. “But he perked right up when I asked if he was excited about the baby. No, I think it’s something else.”

I frowned. “I hope it’s nothing big.”