“I can see why Alpha Braun needed us.” Shaking his head, he looked like I felt. “The fates knew he needed someone to take care of him.”
And they knew Emeric needed someone to take care of him too.
“The fates gave us a big job.”
One that I wasn’t sure anyone had given me all the fine print for…but fine print could come later…on my date with the Alpha.
Which I wasn’t going to think about at the moment.
“This is going to make a nice room once it’s cleaned out.” Braun had several rooms that would eventually be nice. “Okay. First.”
First what?
“First you need stuff in that office room that’s nearly empty.” Emeric started looking around stacks like he was expecting an opening to Narnia.
Oh, I needed to get that so I could read it to him.
“And maybe we start making a donation pile? I saw a TV show about hoarders and that’s what they said to do.”
We were in hoarding territory.
Good grief.
“Okay. Yes. We sort through anything that can be used in the house currently and then we’ll start working on things that need to be donated. We’ll keep practical things for families that have emergencies or who come into the pack quickly, but nothing that seems useless.” Like boxes of boxes.
Emeric put his hands on his hips and frowned as he sighed. “Do you think Alpha Braun wants any of this?”
“No. I think he’s afraid of being rude and doesn’t understand boundaries.” Before I could explain we’d take care of that, something banged on the ceiling.
“That’s rude.”
Drama queen.
Frowning down at the floor, I shrugged as if Braun could see me. “It’s true.”
I was pretty sure I heard our Alpha hoarder groan but Emeric’s giggle made it hard to hear. “Crockpot for dinner.”
“There’s chairs up in the attic. Let me know if you need help movinganything.”
He was going to helpful himself into an early grave.
“If you add anything else to your to-do list you will not like what I’ll do.” I’d have to figure out what that would be but his laughter said I’d made my point.
“Yes, Wölfchen.”
Ignoring both their giggles was hard but not impossible.
Ignoring the chaos in the attic wouldn’t be as easy.
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“I think we’ve made a lot of progress.” Chairs in what was going to be my office and a few appliances in the kitchen hadn’t made a dent in the organized attic chaos, but it’d been a start. “We’re going to need help bringing down that couch.”
I was stubborn, not stupid.
Luckily for everyone, there were full stairs in the garage that went up to the attic, but that was also the reason it’d become a dumping ground. It was entirely too easy to reach and didn’t have any kind of lock on the door.
“Do you think he knows he’s got Easter decorations up there? Do you celebrate that?” I wasn’t surprised when Emeric shook his head as we headed into the kitchen, but I’d been surprised at the new boxes that seemed to have appeared. “I didn’t think so.”
