“Did you really ride in the sidecar?” Jett laughed.
“Yeah. She asked.” I held her tight. I wanted to make her happy. It had been hard at first to realize that it wasn’t material items that delighted her, but things such as me sitting in the fucking sidecar and letting her take me some place.
My major fight against her was that she had to want something from us, such as money or expensive gifts. Like Caroline had.
Okay, Grace liked presents, but it was so different from my ex who demanded trendy handbags and expensive jewelry. When Spencer got her expensive shit, it was because eitherhewanted to give it to her, or she liked it and had no idea what it actually was.
Like that fucking doll he got her. She just wanted a doll to play tea party with at that tiny table she bought and didn’t know that she fell in love with a collectible.
Mostly, Grace just craved love and acceptance.
I made the signal that meantI’m finewhile shooting reassurance through the bond.
“Okay, I’m going to go to the bathroom. Then we can get some chickens.” Standing, she gave Jett a kiss on the cheek and left.
“Are you okay, Dear?” Jett wrapped his arms around me.
“Today fucking sucked. But Grace is trying her best to make me feel better, and I… I…” I looked up at him. “I was going to go home and work out and play the piano and be grouchy, then she came. Instead of telling herno,I just did it, because making her happy was more important than sulking. Also, she said I didn’t have to talk, and we didn’t until I initiated it. I…”
“I know.” Jett leaned in and kissed me. “You’re hers. That alpha in you knows it, and has since I don’t know, maybe the doll with the piano? Or perhaps earlier? I’m not sure.”
Oh. Wait. What?
No. He wasn’t wrong at all.
“I want her.” All of her. I wanted more random adventures, concerts, and motorcycle rides. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to love her every second of every day and need her like I needed oxygen.
Yes, I absolutely wanted to be Grace’s mate, too.
“You have her.” Jett held me tight. “It’s been fucking adorable watching you court her without you realizing it.”
“I have not…” Oh. “I guess I have.”
Jett gave me another kiss. “You’ve already told her you love her. Go for it.”
“I did?” Oh shit. I mean, despite telling myself that I’d never love her, I’d fallen for her, hard. I’d admitted it to Jett, but I hadn’t realized that I’d told her.
“The night you brought the tiny ball of anxiety to bed. She proclaimed that we were now part of her husband collection.” Jett smirked.
Yeah, I had no recollection of that. But I’d been exhausted. “She… she loves me back, right?”
What if she didn't?
“She does,” he reassured. “She told you so.”
“Oh, good.” I hugged him tighter. “This isn’t causing any trouble for you at work, is it? The ambulance driver coming forward?”
“No. Like half the station helped me plan that and most of them still work there. It’s fine.” He hugged me tightly.
“Do you want to get chickens with us, Jett? I don’t want you to feel excluded.” Grace returned and put an arm around both of us.
“I have to get back to work. But I’ll see you both tonight.” He kissed her, then me.
My heart caught in my throat as I faced her. I wanted to be with her. Not eventually.Now.
“Thank you.” I kissed her long and deeply.
“For what? I just didn’t want to eat alone.” She gave me one of her cute little looks.
