Page 7 of Knot Your Sunshine (Snugverse Romcom #2)

Chapter six

Keanu

Our office door swings open, and Josh practically bounces through it, grinning like he just solved Fermat's Last Theorem.

Noa, who's been walking back and forth like a caged tiger in loafers for the last hour, finally stops. "So?"

Josh pushes his glasses up his nose. "She's on her way. Should be less than thirty minutes."

The happiness radiating from him is infectious. Josh, who usually treats emotions like variables to be isolated and solved for, looks ready to burst into the opening number of a Broadway musical.

"And? Come on, give us details, Josh," Noa presses, leaning forward.

Josh waves him off, still grinning. "I don't want to bias your experience. Or spoil the surprise."

Our resident nerd, protecting his research integrity even when he's practically floating off the ground. But if Josh is this far gone, I suspect Mia's every bit as special as we imagined.

This is going to be fun.

I stand from the couch, my back popping from sitting too long. The leather protests as I move, and I roll my shoulders, working out the kinks. "Let's do this."

The small bottle in my pocket presses against my hip, warm from my body heat. I pull it out, holding it up to the light, looking at the white pills "These are natural, right?"

Josh's grin fades, replaced by that serious expression he gets when explaining something important.

He adjusts his glasses again. "One hundred percent.

Don't lose them. It took hours of calling every specialty pharmacy in Hawaii to find naturally processed scent blockers designed specifically for alphas.

Most places only carry the synthetic garbage. "

"Appreciate the effort, brother."

I break a pill in half, the chalky texture crumbling slightly between my fingers. The bitter taste hits my tongue as I dry-swallow it, and I grimace. But within seconds, I can feel something working in my body.

Thank god Josh found the natural ones. I've heard horror stories about synthetic blockers. Headaches, mood swings, even temporary scent blindness.

I pocket the bottle again, and a thought hits me. How many omegas out there are choking down cheap medication just to survive? Taking pills that make them sick, give them cramps, mess with their hormones… all so they won't get harassed by alphas on the street, at work, in the grocery store.

The thought makes my jaw clench.

Not ours though. She'll never have to take a single pill if she doesn't want to.

"Okay, remember the plan," Noa says, his voice snapping me back to the present.

He's got his arms crossed, standing in what Josh calls his 'boardroom stance.

' "Keanu and I each go for a high-probability encounter with Mia.

Based on Josh's algorithm, she's 73% likely to go sunset kayaking based on her social media engagement with ocean-related content and her posting patterns showing preference for golden hour photography—"

His voice fades into white noise. I watch his mouth move, but my mind's already elsewhere.

Algorithms. Probabilities. Yada, yada. Very strategic. Very Noa.

I already know where she'll be.

"So you're clear on the plan?" Noa's voice cuts through my thoughts, his deep blue eyes searching mine.

I give him my most confident smirk and head for the door.

There's no need for probabilities.

After hours cramped in a plane, dealing with airports, sitting in a helicopter… there's only one thing she'll want. Well, after a shower I guess.

Game on.