“He’s in full coach mode,” Santo chuckles, stealing my bag from me to pull onto his shoulder. “Babe, how do you haul all of this around?”
“I usually bring a backpack, but I didn’t think about it today.”
“Well, I think I’m going to treat you to a full body massage tonight,” he says, winking at me.
“Is it considered rude to ask my alpha if there will be a happy ending?” I giggle.
“For you? Never rude.”
“Good,” I say, our pinkies linking as we leave.
“I always doubt there’s anything professional about how I feel about you,” he says.
“I’d hope not.”
The gorgeous weather that we’ve been having is actually holding, and I’m excited to thaw out as we walk outside. Pulling off my sweatshirt, I sigh happily as the sunlight hits my face.Sometimes, I feel like a plant that just needs a little more light and water. It’s also not as humid here.
“Do you think Miles would miss us if we had a quickie after lunch?” Santo muses.
“Why do you think it would be quick?” I tease him.
“True,” he grunts, sweeping me off my feet to make a run for the SUV.
I don’t think walking is in the cards for me around my alphas. I don’t mind at all.
25
LEVON
It’s Valentine’s Day, and a day I tend to forget. It’s a fabricated holiday, right?
Even if it is, I’m dragging my pack to the largest nest store in Nashville while Caelia has brunch with her best friend.
“I wish there was enough room in there to hang a swing from,” Santo grumbles about the space for her nest.
Miles glances at him as we walk into the store, attempting to follow his thought process.
“Like a sex swing?” he asks, confused.
Santo snorts, shrugging. Apparently, we all have sex on the mind.
“I wasn’t specifically going in that direction,” he drawls, ignoring the women we pass who glance curiously at us. “I was doing some video searches for nests online, and came across sensory swings. It kind of blocks everything else out.”
“Depending on the size, I bet we could hang one at the entrance because that’s before the ceiling begins to slope down,” Miles grunts. “The realtor who sold me the house told me thatthat space would work for a nest, but since I bought it a little over three years ago, I didn’t think much of it at the time.”
“You bought a house with a pack bedroom, and didn’t think of it?” I ask incredulously.
“Meh, it was pretty and I vibed with the house,” Miles says, hiding a smile.
I bet he knows exactly how ridiculous that sounds.
“I cannot,” I mutter. “Alright, we have a favorite color scheme other than ‘black’, correct?”
“Yes,” Santo says. “Sage green, navy blue, and burnt orange. I asked her at lunch the other day when I took her out. I think black is her relatively safe color because it either doesn’t attract attention or makes people avoid her.”
“She definitely attracts my attention no matter what she’s wearing,” I say, heading in the direction of bedding. It’s all set up by colors, making it easier to find things.
“You mean the tiny skirt she came out with this morning?” Santo snorts.
