“No, it’s okay.” I grab the doorknob, twist and pull it open, coming face to face with three fully dressed alphas, loaded down with trays of breakfast.
My cheeks burn, and I’m mortified that I kept them waiting outside my door for so long. “Why didn’t you say you had breakfast for me?”
“We wanted it to be a surprise,” Torin says with a small smile and a sweet kiss.
I step aside, and they file in, touching their lips to mine in a far-too-brief morning kiss. They get everything settled on my bed while I eye the white linen bedsheets with a raised brow. “Um…”
Grinning, Torin grabs my hand and, with a gentle tug, pulls me into the bed. “Quit worrying about the sheets. If we spill, we’ll wash them or replace them.Thisis about bringing you breakfast in bed and you having the best morning.”
“Okay,” I agree, get settled on the bed and gratefully accept the plate overflowing with scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes with maple syrup, crispy bacon, and sausage that Archer passes me.
Coffee, juice, toast with jam, and generous servings of maple syrup are never a good idea on white bedding, but no one seems concerned about the mess we make as we dig in.
“What do you want to do today?” Archer asks me between bites of his bacon.
I sip my vanilla latte, closing my eyes to savor the sweetness, and appreciating that Archer clearly knows how I like my coffee because this is as good as the latte from any coffee shop. “I don’t know. Anything is fine.”
“What would make you happy?” Torin asks. “We’ll start there.”
I set my latte down on the tray, furrowing my brow as I think about how I want to spend today.
When I left my mates, I was in survival mode. Life was about getting back on my feet, working, and dealing with an unhealthy fear of roaches. Happiness was pretty low down on the agenda.
Now I’m here with my scent matches, and I’m not sure what our life is going to look like. I quit my job at the hotel. It hadn’t been making me happy, and even if my scent matches hadn’t come back into my life, I wouldn’t have stayed there long anyway.
I know how I want this new life to feel: like that first meeting in the library with Torin and me and when Pack Wells claimed me at the mate bonding, full of heat and humor and sweetness and excitement. Can an entire life feel like that?
“June?”
I look at Callum, who’s studying me with a frown deepening the lines around his eyes.
“It’s not a trick question,” he says.
I pick at the small stack of pancakes I’ve nearly decimated. “I know.”
Torin bounces his shoulder against mine. “So…”
“Breakfast is fine,” I say. “I guess maybe we could go for a walk.”
A walk is good. Maybe a little boring, but that’s the point. If I keep expectations low, I won’t be disappointed if today isn’t filled with all the fun I want.
“Oh,” Callum says with a level of surprise that instantly piques my interest.
I look up at him, struggling to read his expression as he sips from his cup. “What do you mean,oh?”
“Just surprised.” Archer drags his last bit of bacon through the maple syrup on his plate and tosses it in his mouth.
“By?” My eyes dart to them one by one, and I get the sense they’re dragging this bit of information out to torment me, all while secretly laughing at me.
“You said you bake when you’re happy, and…” Torin’s voice trails off.
My mind seizes on the wordbake. I sit up, breakfast all but forgotten.
I told myself I would never bake again, and I meant it, but if this thing they’re keeping from me involves baking, I’m definitely interested. “And…?”
“We bought this house for the kitchen,” Callum explains. “There are three ovens, a proofing cupboard, and an outdoor kitchen with a pizza oven. There’s even a?—”
I nearly fall down the stairs.
