FINN
We fell easily backinto the pattern of the week before, meeting up and spending time together nearly every day.
I didn’t normally hate my job with the pack, but the more time I spent away from Emmy, the more I considered what it would be like if we were mated.
Mycabinfelt more bland and lifeless every day. Not because of the lack of color—I would never be obsessed with the rainbow the way my mate was—but because she wasn’t in it.
My mornings felt too quiet without her in them. After a few days, I started calling her while I made and ate breakfast. Even when we were both quiet, there was something nice about having her on the line.
My bed felt way too fucking cold, so after a few weeks, I asked her if she’d mind if I stayed the night most of the time. She agreed, as long as I agreed not to judge her for being consistently late to work. I would’ve promised her anything at that point.
A few weeks into me spending the nights at Emmy’s place, I drove back to Moon Ridge on Friday morning, after she left for work.
My nerves were shot as I stopped at the hardware store in town to pick up a fuck-ton of pink paint, along with the necessary supplies. I’d spent way too much time researching the right way to paint the outside of acabin.
The folder on my passenger seat threatened to burn a hole in the chair, and I kept looking over at it.
My heart hadn’t stopped pounding since I picked it up the day before. Emmy’s meeting to go over her contract was the next day, so I was out of time.
Luckily, the bastards in my pack were reliable pains in my ass.
All of them were sitting on my porch when I drove up, along with a few of the other guys in our pack who didn’t live in town. Axel and Kai had come, and brought Ryder too.
“Did any of you actually watch the video I sent about how to do this right?” I asked, as I got out of my truck.
“Nope.” Ethan popped his lips on thep.
I could tell he was lying. He’d watched it.
Wyatt’s grunt said he hadn’t.
Connor scratched the back of his neck. Not a chance he’d even opened the link. I’d be lucky if he saw the message at all.
Graham grimaced.
Kai, Axel, and Ryder didn’t bat an eye. None of them had bothered either.
“I did,” Nico said. That answer, I’d expected.
“We did too,” Austin said, obviously referring to both him and Enzo. I’d expected that, too.
I opened the tailgate of my truck and handed the first five-gallon bucket of paint over. The others followed. “The three of you and Ethan can take the exterior. I’ll handle the interior with everyone else.”
“Are you sure your mate wantseverythingpink?” Axel checked. “That seems like a lot.”
“Emmy thinks pink is always an improvement,” I said.
“You should see the inside of her house.Plainpink is an improvement,” Wyatt remarked, as I handed him a bucket.
My elbow met his gut. “It’s fucking cheerful.”
“He’s seducing her with the color pink. Just accept it,” Graham advised.
He wasn’t wrong.
Ethan and Connor had helped me prep everything the day before, so as soon as we got the buckets open, we were rolling paint. Everything ran smoothly outside, and I attempted to guess which shade my mate would want in each room. She was probably going to want to change everything, but it was the effort that counted.
At least, I hoped it was.
