I tapped my lips with my fingertips. “How about honey-glazed ribs? Jordy recommended them to me once.”
Monty looked at me, eyebrows scrunched together. “I can go down to the pub and pick that up, I guess.”
“Or we could go eat it there. I feel much better today. I don’t mind sitting in a chair.” I nudged the fridge closed and looped my arms around his neck. “We’ve been holed up for days. Don’t you want to go out?”
Monty’s beard bristled as he held back a smile. “I do. But everyone will see.”
I shrugged. I didn’t see a reason to keep our bond secret. Not here in Beauville, anyway.
“You don’t want them to know?”
Chuckling, Monty grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed. “My sweet omega, I want to rub it into their faces.”
“Then let’s go.”
Some of the guys’ clothing had drifted from the B&B to my chalet. Monty dressed in dark jeans and his signature red-checkered shirt—he owned at least five of them from what I could tell. Feeling unreasonably excited about the outing, I decided to doll up a little.
Monty looked stunned when I descended the stairs in my tightest black jeans and a see-through shirt. I added platform boots and a long, flowy black cardigan, open in the front.
At the door, Monty kissed me soundly on the lips. “Jordy is going to swallow his tongue.”
I grinned. I was about to flaunt my two alphas in public. It was just Beauville, but damn, I was giddy.
The pub was buzzing when Monty and I walked in. I recognized several faces. Hunter sat at a long table nearby with Mayor Frey, who had Oliver tucked under his arm. Barclay and Calvin were wrapped around each other, facing them. They must have someone babysitting their kid—maybe Phil, Calvin’s boss at the daycare. Monty’s dad, Barrett, stood by the bar together with the sheriff, smiling like he was looking forward to the show about to start.
Ever so slowly, the crowd quieted, possibly noticing that Monty held my hand. He squeezed and let go, only to take off mycoat and hang it on a wall hook by the bar. Then he nudged me toward his father.
Here goes nothing. I extended my hand. “Mr. Wolf. We’ve already met.”
“Not like this, we haven’t,” he said. Instead of taking my hand, he opened his immense arms. “Welcome to the family, Laurel.”
He was warm and huge like Monty, and he hugged me gently, patting my back.
When he released me and stepped back, Jordy was right there. He kissed me on the lips. “You look beautiful,” he murmured.
I could tell we had everyone in the room watching us when Monty decided to blow their minds. With one arm around me, he kissed Jordy. Jordy smiled against his mouth, then gave him a little nip back.
There was a chorus of gasps, holy shits, and even a whoop. Hunter, Calvin, and Monty’s dad must have been the only people who didn’t blink an eye.
Sheriff Chickie stared at us like we were a three-headed dragon about to spit fire. Then he slowly nudged Monty’s dad with an elbow.
“Hey, Barrett, you’re seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Yeah. That’s my son and his mates.”
“Mates,” Chickie repeated dumbly, his confused gaze slowly panning from Jordy to my face. I fought the need to inch backward. He was intimidating as hell.
Barrett slapped Chickie on the back. “Let’s have a drink. Jordy, son, give us two shots of something nice.”
“Coming right up, Mr. Wolf.” Jordy pressed a kiss to my temple and rounded the bar.
Monty turned us to face the table of his closest friends. Hunter was grinning, but Oliver and Frey looked stunned.Barclay’s face was frozen in the most ridiculous expression, his mouth open and eyes wide. Calvin patted his arm on the table.
“Barclay, scoot.”
He moved on the bench, and Barclay jerked to life, shuffling to make space for Monty and me.
I sat down by Calvin’s side, and he beamed at us. “Thank you, guys.”
