“I think it’s best if you stay off social media. Let this storyline run its course and then we can go back to normal.”
“What about any of this has been normal?” I ask, and he laughs, his chest rumbling with a slight purr as he holds me.
“None of it, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
Mack and Jonah get into the car, handing out drinks and food.
“You okay?” Jonah asks, patting my thigh from the front seat.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t look happy with that answer, but makes a sound of agreement, anyway.
“Maybe we should all lie low for a while. I’ll take a break from streaming. We don’t have any pressing events we have to go to. Just let this whole thing settle,” Mack says.
“A staycation. You can order all the stuff for your nest to be delivered and we can work together on it as a pack,” Cole suggests.
My little Omega heart is fully melted on the floor as I smile.
“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
I take a bite of my breakfast bagel and panic seems to seep away from me the rest of the ride home. We’re just going to ignore the problem and live in our own pack bubble till this blows over.
I can definitely do that.
“Give me the fucking Allen wrench,” Jonah complains and I hide my face with the directions as Cole lets out a huff, tossing the Allen wrench to the floor before throwing his hands in the air and leaving the nest to cool down.
Both of them have been in a shitty mood today, and I can’t figure out why.
I can really only blame the fact that I chose the most complicated nest frame known to man with the way these two have been arguing over how to put it together.
It’s only slightly off the ground, with built-in storage drawers for blankets and other items.
Jonah’s cursing under his breath as I put the directions down and climb onto his lap. My ankle is feeling so much better, and I’ve gotten far more used to the boot as I scratch my fingers through his hair.
“What’s going on?” I ask him.
He leans forward, kissing me softly as his large hands grip my hips. “I want to kill people, but it’s illegal,” he says and I laugh.
“What? The inventor of this bedframe?”
“No,” he says casually, twirling a piece of my hair in his fingers.
“I thought we agreed to not look at what people are saying online?” I reply and he groans, placing his nose against my neck and squeezing me so tight, like he’s afraid of losing me.
“Jonah, what is it?” I ask, feeling worried now.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he says softly, which has me pulling back and cradling his face.
“Why in the world would you lose me?”
He takes a deep breath, pulling out his phone from his pocket, finds what he’s looking for before handing me the device.
The headline has my eyes widening.
Smash Knot No More As Danny Levits Leaves Fractured Band
I glance up at Jonah and shake my head. “You think I care about this?”
