Joon huffed, crossing his arms over his chest petulantly. “Amnot.”
“And the sky is purple,” Marcus said gruffly. “I wasn’t aware we had a guest.”
“‘Um, yeah. Hi Marcus,” I said shyly, earning what I was sure was the whisper of a smile.
“What are you doing home so early?” Indigo asked, sticking Joon’s drink between his crossed arms and making the omega shiver.
He lifted a brow, as if the answer were so obvious it shouldn’t need to be spoken. “It’s Sunday, I’m home to make dinner.”
Oh right.
I shifted on my feet, feeling like I was interrupting something important. If Cameo expected Sunday night to be pack time, I really shouldn’t be here intruding.
“Eva is joining us,” Indi said, drawing my eye to the alpha, who grinned in my direction.
How did they do that? Read me like a book?
“Are you making eggplant parmesan?” Joon asked, a decidedly hopeful note in the omega’s voice.
“No, I made that last week.”
“But it’s my favorite,” he shot back with a definitive pout.
“And you can’t eat it every week,” Marcus replied, setting a large paper bag of groceries onto the countertop with a crinkle.
“Says who?”
“The person who doesn’t want to make it again.”
My eyes bounced back and forth, watching them volley seamlessly. I couldn’t tell who was winning the argument, or if it even mattered, but the pace was really starting to pick up now.
“Entertaining, right?” Indi said quietly into my ear.
“Very,” I agreed, shooting them a smile. “Is it like this all the time?”
“Are you saying there’s somethingwrongwith eggplant parmesan?” Joon asked, their voice rising.
Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose. “Is that what I said?”
“Well, you said you wouldn’t make it!”
“Because we had it last week!”
“C’mon.” Indi chuckled, their hand finding the small of my back. “They could be at this for hours, and I want to talk to you.”
I giggled, letting the alpha lead me from the kitchen and downstairs to the basement, into what looked like a real pack room. The space had a conversation pit in the middle, sunken into the floor a couple of feet, with a border that acted as a walkway around the perimeter. Ornate bookshelves covered the walls, except for the gaps left by the historical windows and blank wall of the far side, set up as a screen for a projector hanging from the ceiling. A saturated plum-colored sectional circled the inside of the pit, so deep I was pretty sure my feet wouldn't touch the floor if I sat all the way back against the cushions.
Beyond cozy.
I wanted to jump into the middle of it all, throw on a spooky movie, and die here where I didn’t have to worry about replacing my car. Or, I don’t know, moving.
Could you break your lease because your apartment was scary for no reason? Probably not.
Maybe I should just get a dog.
“We hang in here mostly,” Indi explained, grabbing a remote to turn on the projector and dropping onto the sofa. “I figured we’d wait them out down here, watch a movie or something."
"What about Sunday dinner?" I asked, standing a little awkwardly at the top of the few steps leading down.
