Our Alpha shakes his head. The slightest hint of a smile flickers at his lips, but it leaves as quickly as it comes. He wraps his arms around Harper and keeps his gaze on me.
“We have fun at home,” he tells Harper, as if he’s still any part of what goes on in Harper’s nest.
“Well, sure, we do, but sometimes it’s nice to have fun someplace less … enclosed.”
Falcon raises an eyebrow at me, clearly wondering what that means, exactly.
I give him a shrug. “You two should talk more about that. I’ve got dinner to make.”
I move toward the kitchen and Falcon clears his throat.
“Shayne just left to grab a couple extra ingredients.”
I blink at him. “Did you just say Shayne’s dealing with dinner?”
We all take a turn, but if someone’s not feeling it, I’m usually the one who steps in.
I wouldn’t say it’s one of Shayne’s favorite things, even if he is good at it.
So, it’s kind of strange that he’s volunteering when he doesn’t have to.
“Did he say what he was making?” I ask, wondering if there’s any prep I can do to help.
Falcon frowns for a second before shaking his head. “Nah. He just said he was missing some things. I’d better let him know you guys are home, finally. We were planning to drive out to the city if you weren’t back before he got home.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket, and I nod slowly.
“I’ll grab a shower. I can help with dinner when he’s back.”
I know Harper will try to entice Falcon a little before he decides to wash up.
He hardly ever wants to have the first chance to shower.
These days, I don’t blame him.
If I thought it might get Falcon to relax, I might try the same thing.
Chapter Sixteen
Falcon
Everything’s fine. Jay was just keeping Harper happy, taking care of his needs instead of rushing home with him. That’s all.
The agitation their late return stirred in me is slow to shake off.
Truth is, it’s not fine.
Nothing is the way it’s supposed to be.
Not while I’m too damn distracted to pay my mates the attention they deserve.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Harper holds me a little closer, his side hug reminding me he’s home, while his warm fingers start to move my shirt upwards.
I tense up when I realize what he’s doing, and his fingers stop, hovering over the bare patch of skin that’s now exposed. One little touch, and he could cool my agitation right down.
All I’d have to do is allow it.
“Are you okay?” Harper asks, holding back while he waits for my answer.
