I had smelled the subtle arousal on her this morning when I woke up—all sugary and sweet—which tells me that at least her inner Omega is attracted to us.
It’s Blair that has to catch up.
“Friends for now?” Blair asks, looking at me.
“I’ll take it,” I murmur.
Her eyes soften, and I only fall for her harder.
14
BLAIR
I havethe most patient scent matches in the world.
I don’t know how they do it—frankly, I don’t know why I’m stopping myself from allowing more to happen with them.
But then, flashes of that night from two years ago come back to me, and I remember exactly why.
Ryland and Rowan look at me like I’m something special—like I’m someone worth knowing, even after what I confessed.
They don’t look at me like I’m responsible for the tragedy that took away three of my best friends.
Rowan stares at me like he’s starving and I’m the sweet treat he’s been waiting for. Ryland gazes at me like I’ve been lost at sea for years, and I’ve finally come home.
It’s all ridiculous, really.
I wonder if I look at them the same way, because it’s how I feel the longer I stay in their kitchen.
I wonder if this is how Piper felt when the scent match fell into place with her Alphas.
My best friend’s situation was different than mine, to say the least.
Poe, her pack leader, came into our rescue scowling and claiming he didn’t like cats. Piper couldn’t stand him at first.
But with Travis, I immediately saw beneath his cold, scary demeanor.
I saw the teddy bear underneath. I know the gentle giant with chocolate eyes that soften when he looks at me too long.
Now that I’m scent matched to the three of them, I don’t want to leave their packhouse.
But I need to.
Bagel finished, I hop off the barstool and take my duffel bag. “I have to get going,” I murmur.
My inner Omega screams in protest.
The brothers’ scents meld together perfectly—rain, sea, and earth.
My mating gland itches, longing for attention.
“We’ll walk you to your car,” Ryland supplies. Rowan steps off the stool and reaches for the duffel in my hand, his lip quirking.
“I’m not taking it away this time,” he promises. “Just helping you bring it to your car.”
I roll my eyes but let him carry it all the same.
When we pass the living room, Travis is still asleep on the couch. He looks younger when he rests, and before I can stop myself, I’m walking over to his sleeping form, drawn to him by his scent.
