In my time working with Travis, I’ve learned that he is averybad liar.
“Blair,” Ryland says softly from behind me. I turn and take the pile of clothes he holds out to me.
I immediately recognize the black sweatshirt with the teal paw print and raise an eyebrow.
But Ryland just shrugs and gives me a charming smile. “I liked the design. What can I say?”
I smile softly. “Thanks. The bathroom is where?”
“Just down the hall. You’re staying tonight, right?”
“You’restaying?” Rowan asks incredulously. “With us?”
Ryland frowns. “Can you act normal please, for two seconds?”
“I’ll be back,” I murmur, leaving the brothers to bicker. I hear Travis huff as I walk away and stifle a laugh.
After I shuckout of my tight leggings and wet tank top, I pull on the black sweatpants and sweatshirt that Ryland brought me. The pants are thick and warm, but loose. I roll down the waistband so they can stay on me, then check my phone.
I have two missed calls from Piper along with five texts.
Sitting on the closed toilet seat, I guiltily dial my friend, who answers in less than a ring.
“Thank god,” she mutters. “Are you alive?”
“Yeah. I’m fine, Pipe.”
“Shit.” She sighs. “So, you went to their house? Something was wrong with the kittens? You could have called me.”
“Turns out, the kittens were fine,” I tell her.
“And what about you?”
I absentmindedly run my finger along the fabric of the sweatpants, which smell entirely too much like moss and rainwater. “What about me?”
“Areyoufine? You just walked into the packhouse of your two scent matches. One of whom you’ve never met.”
“Ah. Make that three scent matches.” I tap my foot anxiously on the bathroom tile.
There’s a beat of silence on the other end of the line, then Piper inhales sharply.
“No way. Travis?”
“Travis,” I confirm quietly. “It’s him.”
“And they’re all in a pack together,” she says.
“Yes.”
“Your scent matches justhappenedto be a pack,” she continues.
“Yeah. Just like yours, Pipe.”
My best friend’s pack was already formed when she met them, and they also happened to be scent matches.
“Holy shit. And where are you right now?” she demands.
“Uh, technically? I’m sitting in their bathroom, talking to you.”
