“Hey, no talking about us when we can’t defend ourselves,’ Lars grumbles behind her.
Damn, I didn’t even hear him.
Hollis gasps, rolling her eyes as she turns to face him. “You need a damn bell,” she complains.
“I know,” he says unrepentantly. “I found a stash of lemon bars. I want you to taste them and see if they’re better than mine.”
Oh shit, that sounds like dangerous territory.
“Do I have to?” Hollis asks. “I don’t want to have to lie.”
“God, you’re such a brat,” Lars says, pulling her up to stand before lifting her over his shoulder.
“Yo, put my omega down!” a voice yells across the yard.
“After she tastes these lemon squares!” Lars says, walking away without a care.
“Help!” Hollis laughs.
“You know that you could get yourself out if you wanted to,” one of her alphas shrugs. “Lars is scary.”
“They’re insane,” Winter says under her breath.
“I like them too,” I admit, kissing her senseless.
It’s just another day of bliss in my opinion.
An hour later, we’re saying goodbye, stepping out onto the sidewalk to begin walking toward our next destination. I’m not really very excited about this, but I know it’ll be good for Winter, Cass, and Bellamy.
Cassidy found a community center that offers group therapy for trauma survivors once a week. She suggested going with Winter and Bellamy and they agreed. They don’t want to talk, being there may be enough.
My largest concern is for Bellamy, because he’s our empath. His feelings are not only affected by those around him, but they’re amplified as well.
“Is it possible I’m already thinking about getting ice cream after this?” Cassidy asks, smirking. “I swear, I feel like I’m always hungry lately.”
“Ice cream sounds delicious,” Winter moans.
“Well, if you’re going to make sounds like that, I’m definitely for getting ice cream,” I chuckle. “This is what, an hour long?”
“It is,” Cassidy says, raising her brow at our guards who are trying to look nonchalant. “Who’s joining us?”
“I am, but I’ll be waiting outside the room so I don’t make anyone uncomfortable,” Henri says, stepping forward.
“Thank you, Henri,” Abbott says. “Let us know if you need anything, guys.”
“We will,” Cassidy says, allowing Henri to open the door before they walk into the building.
“Someone remind me why we can’t wait in the hallway,” Ansel growls under his voice.
“Nope, we’re going across the street,” I reply, turning him and walking toward a bar for a drink.
The truth is, if Ansel didn’t want to move, he wouldn’t. At least he’s agreeable for now.
“We’ll make people nervous,” Abbott reminds Ansel.
“Ugh. We’re adorable,” he mutters, giving the stink eye when someone gets too close as we find ourselves chairs at the bar.
“Please, keep telling yourself that,” I say with a laugh. “Things that are adorable are small and cute. While you’re cute, you’re not at all small.”
