Kelsey clears her throat. “You said there were drinks?”
Cami flushes and nods her head. “Margaritas sound good?”
“Maybe a quick shot of tequila first?”
I groan, recalling the last time Cami consumed copious amounts of tequila. Cami pours them both a shot and they down them. At least there aren’t any mechanical bulls or rogue cowboys in the apartment.
The blender whirls loudly as Cami makes the margaritas. I swear she gives me a little smirk, but maybe I’m seeing shit.
There’s a knock at the door, and I furrow my brow and look over to Cami.
“They own the penthouse in the building,” she reminds me.
I open the door, and I’m greeted by Liv’s smiling face and Grayson’s larger presence behind her. He’s holding a ridiculous amount of bags.
Liv doesn’t even pay attention to me, she just squeals and runs and gives Cami an enormous hug.
“Liv, it’s so good to see you again!”
“You too,” Liv says, smiling and keeping a hand on Cami.
“This is Smith’s sister, Kelsey,” Cami says.
“So nice to meet you,” Liv says as she walks over and hugs my sister. Kelsey gives me wide eyes over her shoulder and awkwardly taps Liv’s back.
“Hey, man,” I say to Grayson, and he nods to me.
“Are you cool if I hang out for a while?”
“Fucking please. Don’t leave me alone.”
He laughs and smacks my shoulder and walks in. Liv beams at him. “This is one of my Alphas, Grayson. Grayson, this is Kelsey.”
“Nice to meet you,” Grayson says to Kelsey, placing all the bags on the counter. “I think Smith and I will just hang out on the couch. You ladies let us know if you need anything.”
Liv tilts her face, and Grayson gives her a tender peck on the lips. When I look over at Cami, her gaze is on me. I look away and walk over to the couch and sit with Grayson.
Grayson and I sit on the couch, and I put the hockey game on. “Thanks for not ditching me,” I say.
“No offense, but I don’t trust anyone with Liv outside of my pack,” he says.
“Are they cool with her staying over?” I ask, hoping the answer is no. I don’t know how this turned into a grown woman’s sleepover, but I’m terrified.
He looks over to the kitchen, where the girls are laughing over something. “She won’t last.”
I arch an eyebrow at him.
“I’m sure I’ll get a call around one in the morning asking me to pick her up.”
I find myself jealous and scared of the idea at the same time. Someone not wanting to spend any time away from you is intoxicating, but scary.
“We haven’t spent a night apart since before we bonded, and all the dogs are upstairs. I want her to have fun and as much independence as she wants, but I like having her close.”
“And she likes that as well?”
He smiles widely. “Yeah, she’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”
I turn and face the TV, acting like I’m entranced with the game. Has this past month been one of the most enjoyable I’ve had in recent memory? It definitely is. But just because I enjoy my time with Cami doesn’t mean we would work long term.
