“Not at all,” he said primly. “I want a partner who can deal with our life and make things easier for us at home. My mother was that sort of person for my fathers, and I want that for us.”
I snorted. “A docile omega wouldn’t survive a week in our life. Have you met the women who live in this neighborhood?Piranhas, every single one of them.”
Logan grimaced. “The married woman down the street propositioned me the other day. I felt like prey. It was weird.”
“Mrs. Anderson?” Parker asked, and at Logan’s nod, continued. “You know she has some considerable business assets that could be of use to us.”
“I amnotwhoring myself out for business purposes!” Logan said, aghast.
“Shame.” Parker laughed, taking a sip of his water. “We could get a free tennis court out of it.”
“Was it the MILF?” I asked. We had a few cougars in the neighborhood prowling for their third or fourth round of pack husbands, not that we ever accepted their advances. “You got a thing for MILFs, Logan?”
Logan’s face turned red. “No! I…uh…I don’t have a thing for mothers. Where would you get that idea?” He finished gathering his snack and bolted for the door.
I gaped at him, my eyes narrowing sharply a second later.
The fucker was hiding something.
Leaping up, I dove at Logan, jumping and attaching myself to him like an annoying little backpack.
Bigbackpack. Nothing about me was little.
I was one of those massive hiking backpacks—big all over.
“What the fuck!” Logan dropped his snack, trying to shake me off him.
Parker and Hunter watched us with emotionless faces. They were used to my more extreme methods by now, and sometimes people needed to be jumped on when they were trying to be sneaky shits.
Logan grabbed the back of my shirt and whipped forward, launching my weight onto the couch where I sprawled out, grinning up at him.
“What the hell was that for?” Logan said, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“You’re hiding something.” I pointed an accusing finger at him. Logan was a private person, but he wasn’t a secret keeper, and the fact that he wastryingto be one set off my internal alarm bells.
Logan waited to see if the others would intervene—they didn’t, I knew they were as curious as me—before his shoulders slumped. “Fine,” he muttered. “I may have met someone too.”
A disgruntled noise escaped Parker. “Pleasedon’t tell me it’s one of the neighborhood husband hunters. You just said you turned another of them down.”
“No.” Logan shook his head. “She lives in the neighborhood, but I’ve never seen her before. She’s probably only a few years younger than us, if I had to guess. I saw her walking with a baby in a stroller.”
I cocked my head at him. “Did you get a name?”
While I was curious who had finally gained enough of his attention to bring it up to us, I knew she would be inconsequential compared to my pretty pink princess once he actually met her.
“Clover. No last name, though.” Logan’s lips turned down. “The baby had a diaper emergency, and she had to hightail itout of there. I wanted to follow her, but that would be a bit too stalkerish.”
“Who doesn’t love a little light stalking?” I laughed, clapping my pack mate on the shoulder.
He frowned at me. “Not funny. She’s a single mom. I don’t want to make her nervous.”
I shrugged. “If she lives in the area, you’ll run into her again.”
“Or her husbands,” Parker pointed out.
Logan shook his head. “No ring or visible bond marks.”
Hunter nodded. “Yeah, but someone had to get her pregnant.”
