Pulling on some shorts, I grabbed my laptop and went downstairs. Using the console in the kitchen, I ordered lunch for me, him, and Grace. The door to the room she was in stayed closed.
She’d been through a lot. Not to mention, Evan and Wes had given her quite the workout earlier. Then again, I’m sure she needed it.
Actually, she probably needed Spencer, and I’m surprised she hadn’t just helped herself to his cock. She’d be careful of his injuries.
Hmmm, maybe I could orchestrate some alone time for her later. Part of the issue could be that Wes was pretty much always with her. Sure, I understood that, but she probably wanted some privacy.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I opened my laptop and went back to analyzing everything that we’d found on Adriana and her science terrorists. While Adriana had admitted to knowing that the extremists were targeting Elaris at the conference where she’d died, she was adamant that she didn’t know they’d kill her. She also wouldn’t name names.
Spencer had amassed some information on them. I’d also gotten some of my own. We weren’t sure if the police would pursue a closed case that had been ruled a vehicular accident. However, Spencer getting justice for Elaris was important, so maybe we’d find something that would get the case re-opened.
And this organization shut down. They were a menace and were probably impeding scientific progress with their protests and fear-mongering.
I continued working until the scent of annoyed pine permeated the kitchen. Brennan, in only some shorts, took theopen bottle of bourbon, poured himself a glass and sat down with me.
“What happened? More issues with the estate? Did another team quit?” I closed my laptop so that I could give him my full attention.
“My mother has discovered that I now own the building she needs. I have her blocked, so when I wouldn’t answer her, she stormed my offices and pitched a bitch fit, demanding that I give it to her.” Brennan had a drink.
“Even I know it’s not how business works. You’re going to propose a trade, right?” I took a sip of my beer.
He nodded. “The papers are already drawn up. Our lawyer is sending it to her now. My father texted me saying that I should call and talk to her, but I’m just going to go through the lawyers.”
“Good. Also, does she not know that Spencer’s in the hospital?” I frowned. It had been international news.
“Oh, she does. She tried to get Ian Murphy’s case for trying to keep my inheritance away from me dismissed, thinking that I’d be so preoccupied I’d miss her sneaky bullshit. She also tried to get my permits cancelled. Again. Thank fuck for Terrance. Oh, my brother has informed me that I’m officially off the Morris Family Foundation board.” His scent went salty with sadness.
Reaching over, I squeezed his bare shoulder. “I know how much it meant to you. But we have our own foundation now. Since you no longer have to go to parties, you could use that time to do things for it.”
“I was thinking that Evan and I would probably be the more involved members of the family. Grace and Spencer have a lot of ideas, and we’re going to need more than an admin to take care of things. I didn’t realize Spencer was already moving forward with the science scholarships. But that makes sense. Just like Grace wanting them to have allowances. The names she came upwith for the scholarships are a little pretentious, but why not.” Brennan swirled the amber liquid in the glass.
“I thought they were cute. Also, we’re the Thanukos Family Foundation. We already sound pretentious.” I took another sip of beer. I liked the names. “We’re going through with our name changes, right? As much as I enjoy being Officer Morris, being Officer Thanukos is going to be fun.”
“Yes. I’m looking forward to no longer being a Morris,” Brennan agreed. “Did you order food?”
“I did. It should be here soon. Should we wake Grace?” I looked at the clock.
“I’m awake. Why did you let me sleep so long?” Grace stood there, in only one of Evan’s shirts, pouting, arms crossed over her chest.
“You needed to sleep, Little Butterfly. You’ve barely left Spencer’s side.” Brennan opened his arms, and she crawled onto his lap. He started playing with the back of her neck the way she liked.
“That’s what a good mate does.” Her scent went salty.
“You’re a wonderful mate, Peaches,” I praised, scooting closer, so she was on both of our laps. “We ordered lunch, so we’ll eat, shower, dress, and go back.”
“Okay. Bren?” She hiccupped.
“Yes, Grace?”
“I’m sorry if I pushed your boundaries or took advantage of you. Evan told me what happened that first night. I’m so embarrassed that I don’t remember.” She kept her face buried, scent filled with regret.
“If I didn’t want to comfort you, I would have saidnoand had Evan take over. I’m glad that you feel safe with me. It means everything. Also, you were probably high from whatever they gave you,” he soothed.
High? Yeah, on hormones. They’d shot her up so good I was surprised she hadn’t gone into heat.
They might call her a gamma, but there was something very omega-like in her. That part of her knew exactly what she was doing crawling on Brennan’s cock and calling him a good boy.I liked that Peaches very much.
Also, I was happy that their relationship was growing. Between his trauma and their rocky start, I hadn’t been sure.
