“Thank you. Mostly, it’s a lot to process.” Her arms wrapped tighter around me.
“It is. Should we collect Wes and eat at the cafe?” I asked. “Alphas are allowed there if accompanied.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “I love it. If he played nicely with the other alphas he can even have dessert.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jett
“Anyone home?” I called as I entered the kitchen. It was pretty late. Today had been a hard day at the station, so after work I’d gone to the head spa, gotten a spicy snack, grabbed a few things at the market, then spent hours at the gym.
I put the food away and went upstairs. The bedroom was quiet. Even though Brennan wouldn’t be home until tonight, this morning I’d still made the bed the way he liked it. Well, I added the stuffies from Grace and put them on the pillows. He’d donethat the first day we’d had them, before he had to leave for his business trip.
It made me smile that Brennan had gone from wanting her out of the house to giving the stuffie she made him the place of honor on the bed.
The idea of her, Spencer, and Riley making everyone stuffies had been a fun one. Riley had given Spencer one in a tux, and Evan’s wore a shirt that saidI Love My Little Sister.Grace had made Wes a girl hippo with a recorded message. Spencer had made one for Riley in a goth outfit, complete with a backpack with bat wings. Grace had put away hers without showing anyone, but I had it on good authority from Evan that hers wore lingerie and had a spicy recorded message from Spencer.
Had Grace recorded Brennan or me a message? Huh. I grabbed my boxer bear and squeezed every limb–and the ass. No message. I did the same for Brennan’s. When I squeezed the left foot, I was rewarded with her soft voice saying,You’re such a good boy.
Amazing. He probably didn’t even know it did that. Should I tell him? Hmmm.
I showered and changed. There was a text from Spencer.
Spencer
I have to rush off to take care of a production facility emergency. I’ll be back.
Oh. So, he wasn’t home. Grace was probably with Evan and Wes. Evan was going to stay with Wes tonight so I could have Brennan to myself when he got here. Okay, so I could have him for a while. Evan would probably crawl in with us at some point.
Riley was upstairs in the third-floor sunken living room playing video games. I waved; she waved back but seemed very busy shooting zombies.
I went downstairs and found Grace trying to drag an enormous cardboard box across the living room.
“Grace.” I went to help her. “You’re not with Wes and Evan?”
She shook her head as we dragged it outside, where the recycling went. “Alone time. I was with Spencer, but he had a work emergency.”
“I’m sure you can join them,” I remarked as we went back inside, not seeing a scenario where she wouldn’t be welcomed by those two.
“Later, after they’re asleep. I don’t want to interrupt them. All the stuff Evan and I ordered from CoCoCozy yesterday came today. I was just working on getting the guest rooms set up.” Grace frowned. “Should we freshen up the guest house? Just in case?”
Just in case of what? Honestly, we should probably turn it into an art studio for Riley.
“Maybe, but not tonight.” I followed her into the creepy doll guest room, which had a hutch for her dolls, a daybed covered in shopping bags, a little table with small chairs, a toybox, a bookshelf, and a beanbag. Okay, the toybox was in pieces, and not all the chairs were put together.
No more cardboard, though. She seemed anxious, flitting around the room, gathering up trash and putting it in a sack. I should help her, but I wanted to have the food ready by the time Brennan came home.
“I’ll help you assemble furniture tomorrow. Hey, how would you like me to teach you to make something? You can have some,” I offered. Considering she’d worked in a bakery, she’d probably find it interesting.
“You’re going to cook this late at night?” She nearly tripped over the furniture pieces and did a little hop to keep her balance.
“It’s a good way to occupy myself when I’m waiting for Bren,” I replied.
Taking her hand, I led her into the kitchen. She washed her hands and put on a frilly apron with peaches on it while I started getting everything out and putting it on the counter.
“We’re making pork buns. Well, not from scratch, I bought the char siu at the market.” I got the barbecue pork from the fridge.
“Oooh, I’m excited.” She grinned.
