Now, I laugh. “I should have guessed that. I think my brain is in overdrive.”
“Everything okay?”
I look at Ezra and smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just the usual. Although meeting the architect with you guys tomorrow is going to be both fun and stressful.”
Ezra hums as he nods. “Let’s lean into the ‘fun’ part.”
We’ve all spent a lot of time together, figuring out the layout we want for the new build. The architect is going to inspect the house and its “bones” tomorrow and figure out which walls stay and which go to achieve our dream.
I can’t say I’m not looking forward to it. I’m actually super excited about the whole thing. It’s the part that comes afterward that has me stressed.
This weekend, we’re going to have to start relocating the dogs and cats—and me—to the trailer with Ezra. That also means we need to empty the house, so recruiting some help is going to be a must.
The logistics are already tiring, and we haven’t even started yet.
By the time the late afternoon rolls around, we all climb into Adam’s car. Ezra sits up front, and I make sure to sit behind him so he can push his seat back and have more room.
Adam is only a couple of inches shorter than Ez, but he’s nowhere near as muscular and wide. And I don’t think Ezra is particularly comfortable.
Izzy’s house isn’t too far from mine, further on the outskirts of the city limits. The exterior is all modern and boxy with huge windows, the wall paneling a dark gray. The light fixtures are matching, whether mounted to the walls or staked into theground along the walkway, or even on the few light posts near lush green trees.
“This place is beautiful,” I breathe.
“Is this the kind of style of house you like?”
I turn to Jasper and frown. “I don’t know…”
His smile is kind and more patient than I deserve, given the fact that the decision needs to be made, like, yesterday. “I’m sure Blake will help us all figure it out.”
“I’m not picky,” Adam calls before he opens his door.
“Neither am I,” Ezra chimes before pulling his enormous frame from the car.
Jasper leans in to kiss my cheek and remains there as he whispers, “And I’ll be happy with whatever you want, little Omega.”
A shudder wracks my body and he shoots me an evil grin before getting out of the car.
Jerk.
The front patio, I realize as I approach it, is just as modern as the rest of the house. It’s a smooth, poured concrete, nearly as dark as the paneling, and it’s stacked in levels to make stairs, but each level is super wide and could probably fit some tables and chairs.
The door swings open and Izzy stands there, smiling wide and cheerfully. “Welcome!”
“Thanks so much for having us,” I say as I come up the stairs.
“We’re glad to do it. Come on in and I’ll make introductions.”
We follow Izzy, and the interior of the house is just as modern as the outside, and absolutely beautiful. White and black, gray and silver are everywhere I look. Everything is sharp and straight, even the cylindrical lights.
“Let me introduce my Alphas. This is Matthew, Will, and Asher.”
Matthew has dark hair, his skin is sun-kissed bronze, and he sports a well manicured beard. What stands out the most are his mismatched eyes, one green and the other hazel-brown.
Will looks a bit younger than the other two, his brown hair a bit longer to the nape of his neck, shorter around his face and slightly disheveled. His eyes are dark blue and kind as he smiles at us.
Asher is tall, dark, and handsome, his hair perfectly styled, the stubble on his face even. He looks like a movie star. In fact, I’m pretty sure he really is one. His face is so familiar, but I’m too embarrassed to ask.
Once introductions are complete, Izzy leads us all to the sprawling living room where the kitchen can be seen on the opposite wall. Persephone and Demeter are lounging quietly and comfortably on a love seat opposite the giant black sectional couch, where we all take a seat. Adam joins us last after dropping off his offerings of alcohol in the kitchen.
