Parker rolled his eyes. “I don’t think it’s even possible.”
“Gimme the deets. You’ve been keeping everything to yourself, and I’m tired of waiting for you to open up on your own. It’s gotta be good. I kept expecting fury, and instead you’ve been grinning like a loon for days.”
After seeing how spectacularly Clover’s glitter bomb had pissed off Parker, I suppose Avery hadn’t been able to resist a little chaos of his own. “I still can’t believe you customized a pink glitter bomb with your initials in it.”
“Pleasetell me it went off during the act.” Avery wiggled across the couch to be closer to Parker, knowing his proximity would make him cave faster. “Because, personally, I think that would be excellent timing.”
“It didn’t.” Parker leaned against the kitchen counter, keeping a watchful eye on Avery—like he thought he was going to pull another glitter bomb out of his ass, which wasn’t all that improbable. “It went off right before.”
“You had sex with Cloverinthe glitter?” Avery asked.
“So what if we did?” he countered.
“Nothing.” Avery raised his hands in surrender. “I’m just surprised you were willing to get glitter in unmentionable places. I thought you’d come find me and strangle me after it went off.”
“I was distracted.” Parker pursed his lips, cocking his head to the side. “It was worth it.”
“Okay, so what does this all mean?” I asked, trying to get a read on the pack vibes. “Do you all want to officially date her as a pack?”
Avery and Logan nodded.
“I’m open to it,” Parker replied carefully. “We have a lot to learn about her, but I’m curious to know more.”
“We couldallknow more if you’d quit hogging the info,” Avery groused. “I haven’t had a conversation date with her yet. Tell me the secrets!”
Parker had seemed so surly about the whole situation that I hadn’t expected him to be interested in pursuing Clover. I agreed with Avery that Parker had been annoyingly tight-lipped about his experience taking her to an apology dinner.
I wasn’t surprised that all of them liked her, but it was a truly impressive undertaking of fate to introduce Clover to every member of our pack without her knowing that’s what we were to each other.
“We can’t date her publicly, or, at least, I can’t,” I told them. “Clover doesn’t want Meadow to know she slept with me, because Meadow’s pack works under my label. She thinks it’ll make things weird.”
Every time I saw someone from Meadow’s pack, I wanted to ask about Clover, but that would require an explanation of why I knew her to begin with and cared enough to inquire.
“Convince her otherwise,” Logan suggested. “You’re a professional. It’s not like you’d take it out on Hard Knot Life if things went south with Clover.”
“I know that, but she doesn’t.” I sighed. “I’m happy to pursue things, I just don’t know what my next steps would be.”
“Getting secrets out of Parker!” Avery prodded our pack mate.
Parker sighed. “I introduced her to duck confit crepes, she told me she’s going to law school, probably on the East Coast?—”
“If she moves across the country, I vote for some light stalking,” said Avery.
“We’re not stalking her,” I replied blandly.
“But—”
“No.” My phone buzzed with the reminder of a meeting today. “Shit. I forgot about Arlo coming into the studio. We’ll deal with this all later. Someone come up with an alternative to stalking. Logan, are you still coming, or are you not feeling up to it?”
Poor guy had been feeling nauseated for a while. Better him than me, because nausea took me the fuck out, but Logan was weirdly good at powering through it.
“I’m okay,” he insisted. “Let’s go.”
“All right, I’ll make Avery wait on secrets until you guys are back,” Parker announced.
“Cruel!” Avery pouted, but I was glad we’d get to learn everything together.
“Sounds good. Later, guys.” I bolted for the car. Hard Knot Life was already signed to my label, but we were working through the fine details of their next album, which had been going relatively slowly since the arrival of their son.
