Page 53 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

"Yes," Connor agrees. "And I feel like I've hardly had any time with you."

"Have fun," Tom says, caressing my cheek before lifting me off his lap.

Connor grips my waist and helps me stand. My eyes are still glued to Tom's forearms. He's incredibly strong, and it does funny things to the part of my brain that desperately wants to submit to a powerful alpha.

"Come on, little omega," Connor says, resting his hand on my hip. "Let's get some hot cocoa."

"Have fun," Archie calls out to our backs. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Connor waves a hand at him as he guides me to the door.

"I feel like our grumpy child is all grown up," Archie says, snorting a laugh.

Connor laughs, shaking his head. "It appears I've gained a bit of a reputation."

"I promised Murphy I wouldn't let you completely fill up on sweets," Connor says, nodding to my mostly empty hot cocoa cup. "But we do have a bit of a walk, so I wouldn't feel the need to tell him if you'd like to get a refill before we go."

"Okay," I agree, swallowing thickly.

Connor stands and comes to pull my chair out. He's incredibly fucking handsome in his dark jeans, sweater, and wool pea-coat. He's got a style you'd expect to see back home in New York. His light blue-green eyes sparkle as he helps me up.

We head back to the line, and I set about refilling my cup. I doctor it with all the good stuff. Connor's hands practically burn through the material of my thick sweater dress.

"That's more whipped cream than hot chocolate," he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to mine. "No wonder you're such a sweet little omega."

I smile, shaking my head. I don't even think he meant that to sound like a line, but it totally did. Connor wraps a long arm around my shoulder and guides us out of the restaurant.

"I don't know that you've ever been over to the other side of the lodge," Connor says, pulling open a door and guiding us out into a courtyard.

"No, I haven't," I say, trying to hold back the quiver in my voice.

It's absolutely freezing. I shiver, cuddling into his strong chest. Connor looks totally different in his casual clothes. His hair is short compared to Murphy's or Luke's, but the top is longer and falls down into his eyes as he guides us along.

"Shit, it is cold. I should have planned better. I bet your legs are freezing."

"I'll be okay," I assure him as we walk the snow-lined sidewalk.

My glasses are foggy, but I can mostly see.

Well, kinda.

But I trust Connor to keep me safe.

"It isn't much farther. Then we'll be inside for the rest of the trip," he says, pulling me close.

We make it into the building. The bottom floor of this side has a huge wall of windows that show off the view down into the slopes. The check-in area has two women behind a long desk, and there are a few people sitting near the giant fireplace on the other side of the room.

Dark wooden flooring spans as far as the eye can see.

"Wow," I whisper as my eyes take in every detail of the decor. The interior walls have dark wooden beams that give it a very log cabin vibe. The lighting is low, with a warm glow. "Connor, it's beautiful."

"It is," he agrees. My heart pounds erratically as he bites his lip and guides us down a long hallway. The entire wall to our left is glass.

"Holy crap, that's a killer view," I say, studying the trees and snow on the mountain.

"Yes," Connor says. "This is the part of the job I love."

"There's a part you don't care for?" I ask as we turn, heading down another hallway.