Adley obviously came from a pack, so she probably knows all about pack dynamics, but she’s never had one of her own. And I can tell she’s never been taken by more than one man at the same time.
This will be new and exciting for all of us.
“Is this okay with you, Ez?”
My gaze shoots up to Adley, the look on her face so innocent, her big chocolate eyes blinking up at me as she points to the sketch on the table. The looks in my brothers’ eyes are knowing, though. Like they can read my thoughts.
Maybe they can now. Who knows?
I look at the sketch. It’s of the basement layout, new walls to section off different spaces. One is Adam’s office, another in a main room, and on the other side, the home gym I’d requested.
I smile at my love. “That’s perfect, cowgirl.”
Everything is going to be just perfect.
“How’s this look, Ezra?”
Taking my hat off, I wipe my brow of sweat and peer over at Vaughn and Quinn. They stand at the other end of the new temporary fence we’re building around the trailer for the pets.
“Looks perfect. Great work, guys.”
It’s the truth. The two of these Alphas are perfectionists. You can see it in every measured movement they make. And I’m happy about it.
It’s the weekend, and word definitely travels fast in this small town.
Or, maybe word just travels fast among friends here.
After Izzy and her pack had offered to help us with all the work we needed to do, Violet’s pack also volunteered.
With all the people who showed up to work, we’ll get this done in no time.
By the time we start on the gate, the banging coming from the dumpsters gets much louder, and I look up to see the rest of our friends are tossing broken and damaged furniture inside now.
They definitely worked fast.
After all, we have eleven workers and three cheerleaders.
Violet and her two kids have been available for moral support and to keep the pets busy in the yard while everyone else works.
I haven’t been around kids much, but I will say, those two are pretty great. Well behaved for such little ones. The girl, Lilly, is five-going-on-thirty, always with a book in hand, always with an inquisitive look and thoughtful questions. The boy, Brandon, is a two-year-old gentleman if I ever saw.
These kids have been raised right, and it’s something special to behold.
A hand claps on the back of my shoulder. “So, when are you all going to start your family?”
I sputter a bit at Quinn, and he laughs at me.
“I noticed the longing look you’ve had on your face whenever we interact with the kids.”
Was I doing that? Am I longing for a family?
I swallow hard. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Don’t rush.” This from Vaughn. “There’s time to make decisions. But for what it’s worth, I think your pack would be perfect for a family.”
“Yeah! And you’ll have three great uncles to help out.” Quinn pauses. “Unless any of you have more brothers. Then, the more the merrier.”
“Adley has three brothers,” I murmur. “She doesn’t seem very fond of them.”
