RYDER

Sandy runs her index finger all along my chest before biting her lip and asking me, "Are you sure you don't want to come with me? We could sit really close together and...you know..."

I offer her a smile while trying to look around in a way she won't notice. Where the hell did that Omega go? "No, I'm sure. I've got something to do and then I'll catch up to you, alright?"

It's a blatant lie. I have no idea what's going to happen tonight, and I can't make any promises.

I've got to find ...