Rhett POV
I was sitting in the back of the car, staring at my phone.
Margot’s messages were still open.
Her profile picture was a cartoon of Garfield.
I stared at it for a second, then pictured her face.
The comparison was ridiculous enough that I almost smiled.
I clicked on her profile.
Her feed was precisely what I’d expected: research papers, industry articles, academic conferences, and more research. Almost nothing personal.
One photo finally appeared: Margot standing beside Professor Cole at an academic conference.
The camera angle had done her no favors. I stared at it anyway.
Margot was strange. Not in a bad way. Just different.
Everything about her seemed to go against what I’d expected from an Omega: her name, her career, the way she carried herself.
She was so bea
