Page 104 of Knot a Bad Idea

I hate it.

Sophie and Tom are coming on their own yacht, so I don’t even have friends I can complain to.

I’m stuck with Donovan, Liam and the April-shaped hole in my heart.

Even after I’m off the ship and walking along the beach, the nausea doesn’t stop.

Liam and Donovan make their rounds, chatting to guests politely, while I sulk away from everyone else.

If someone asks where April is and why she’s not with us, I’ll lose it on them.

A breeze picks up, and I curse my mind for playing tricks on me.

I swear I can smell her. Cookies, vanilla, and the slightest, sweetest hint of brown sugar invade my senses, and my Alpha senses flare to life.

Maybe I’m going crazy like Donovan.

But that scent only increases, carried to me by the wind, and my mouth waters.

Omega.

But she’s not here.

I swallow the ugly lump in my throat, run a hand through my hair, and close my eyes.

Please, baby, come back to me.

I’ll do fucking anything.

Just…please.

I’m not above praying to whatever fucked up being out there that might bring April back.

I don’t care if it’s pathetic.

Frankly, I don’t care about anything besides April.

The woman I’m in love with.

My mate.

I should have told her before. I shouldn’t have let the stupid contract dictate how much of my feelings I would share with her.

I should have told her I loved her the moment she stepped into the packhouse.

Could have, should have, would have.

Another yacht docks, and I recognize it as Tom and Sophie’s.

They’re going to ask where April is, and I can’t handle that question.

I can’t handle any of this.

The sugary Omega scent grows stronger, and I’m convinced I’ve lost my mind.

But then Sophie steps out onto the dock, followed by a head of chestnut hair I’d recognize from a mile away.

I blink, then blink again.