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“You arenotjumping out of the window.” I laughed.

She pouted, but while her body language was tense, her Earl Grey tea scent had definitely sweetened.

“You could always hide under the bed,” Avery suggested.

“This is a nursery, not a bedroom. The bed is a crib and it’s tiny, and also, I can’t hide under it, you dummy!” Maggie hissed.

Avery shrugged. “Oh nooo…” he trailed off, grinning.

Maggie opened her mouth to say something but was cut off when the door opened and a very large, very grumpy security guard came storming in.

“He’s definitely her guard, right?” I whispered to my mate, who nodded, his smug smile never slipping.

“He wouldn’t have gotten in here if he wasn’t,” he explained. “Parker gave them their own code in case they ever had to bring Maggie over here and we weren’t home.”

That seemed right. Our security had also been considerably beefed up since I gave birth. Nothing like your omega having a baby in a basement to scare you into hiring what felt like every security guard in a ten-mile radius.

“I’ve been looking for you forhours,” Maggie’s guard growled. “You could’ve been?—”

“I’mfine!As you can fucking see. I don’t need a babysitter to visit my brother’s house and see my niece.”

“The hell you don’t.” He stalked toward her, his face stony. “You’re coming home,now.”

“Fuck you. I’ll have you—” Maggie yelped as he tossed her over his shoulder, fireman style, and stormed out of the room with Maggie cursing the whole way.

The interaction took all of thirty seconds, and then we were alone. Maggie’d had plenty of anger on her side of their little exchange, but beneath that was a whole other type of tension brewing.

“I’ll put a hundred bucks on them sleeping together within the next month,” I said, gently rocking Blossom.

“Really?” Avery asked. “I’ll put double that on it happening in the next two weeks.”

“Seal the bet with a kiss?” I offered, sticking out my tongue.

“You think I need a reason to kiss you, angel?”

I warmed down to my toes. “I know you don’t, and I’m very glad for that.”