“Do you want to?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
“Then yes.” Her smile widens. “You can see me again.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Eager.”
“Extremely.”
We pull into Eileen’s driveway. Porch light on. Curtain twitching—Eileen, keeping watch like she always has.
I lean across and kiss her again. Soft. Quick. A promise of more.
“Goodnight, Cara.”
“Goodnight, Lucas.”
She gets out. Walks up the path. Turns at the door to wave.
I wave back. Total lovesick idiot. Can’t bring myself to care.
She disappears inside. The curtain twitches again. I imagine Eileen pouncing the moment the door closes, demanding details.
Good luck to Cara. She’ll need it.
I sit there for a moment, engine idling, trying to remember why I ever thought keeping my distance was a good idea. My lips are still tingling. I can still smell her on my coat. I can still feel the phantom press of her body against mine.
This morning I was determined to be careful. Tonight I’m counting the hours until I see her again.
The farmhouse isquiet when I get home. Theo’s truck in the driveway. Lights on in the kitchen.
I park and pull out my phone.
Scarlett Monroe.
The search results come up immediately. Book covers with illustrated men and titles that make me raise my eyebrows.
Bound by Three.
The Alpha’s Claim.
Pack Rules.
I click on the first one. Read the description.
When omega Serena returns to her small hometown, she never expects to run into the three alphas who once held her heart...
Three alphas. Small hometown. An omega who returns after years away.
I download all of them.
Inside,Theo’s at the stove. Pasta, from the smell of it. He stress-cooks when he can’t sleep. Has since we were kids.
“You’re late,” he says without turning. “Hungry?”
“Already ate.”
