“Verity.” I pulled out an individually wrapped cake pop that had an equation carefully piped on it. “These are beautiful.”
Tru nodded as she finished her ice cream. “Verity makes the best snacks. When we have parties at school, my treats are always the prettiest.”
“Thanks again,” Verity told us. “Tru, now that you’re done, we should get home. It’s a school night.”
“Okay.” She sighed. “Can I take my coloring page home?”
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Thank you for my dinner.” Tru gave us all hugs. “Riley, I can’t wait to work with you. Let’s build a spaceship.”
“That sounds great.” Riley hugged her back.
Verity gave me a hug. “I started the book that you suggested. It’s great. I think Dad gave up after chapter seven. It was a little much for him.”
“I understand. The fact that he tried means a lot. Some of the titles you texted me sound like they’d be perfect for book club.” The idea of him reading that book, the one Jett had made me read out loud to him back in the cabana, made me laugh.
“Have a safe trip back to Rockland.” Verity took Tru’s hand, and they left.
Riley held out her hand. “I want a cake pop. Mercy was telling me that Verity is one of those alphas that shows her love by baking.”
I passed out cake pops.
“Spencer, we probably can’t hire a five-year-old as an intern, right?” I asked as I cleaned everything up.
“I checked with legal, and we absolutely cannot. But…” Spencer got out his phone. “Rock Tech has a math day camp for kids her age. Maybe we could award her a special internship and bring her here for camp. I think I can get our education team to partner with the camp for that session and give them a special little project to work on. Like aFuture Internprogram.”
“That would get a fuck-ton of good press from the sheer cuteness of it,” Riley agreed. “They can have little shirts and badges and come for a tour and eat ice cream in the cafeteria.”
“That sounds like a great idea, if we can get her parents to agree to letting her stay with us–and if the pack is up for a five-year-old.”
Evan laughed. “Yes, have her stay with us. After all, we have to get the pack ready for when you have Spencer’s identical triplets.”
“Wait, are you pregnant?” Riley helped herself to another cake pop.
“No.” I shoved Evan. “No identical triplets.”
“One day we might have some kids, though,” Wes added.
“Yeah, I kinda figured. Please wait until I can legally live in the guest house or let me move into the basement?” Riley asked, taking a picture of the cake pop.
I nodded. “That sounds like an excellent plan.”
A nurse knocked on the open door. “Hi Spencer, we need to get some scans so we can see if you can be released tomorrow.”
“Thank you, I’d like that very much.” He stood, dragging the monitor with him.
I’d like that too. Because as nice as it had been to meet some of my siblings, I was ready to return to Rockland.
Chapter Eight
Brennan
Thank goodness we were back home. I enjoyed being here the best. Also, there was something to be said for a private jet. At the very least, we could bring Spencer home in a more comfortable manner than flying commercial.
The house was quiet as I went down to the kitchen. Spencer had been tucked in by Grace. Wes hauled Evan off to bed. Jett fell asleep watching a movie. Riley was playing video games.
I’d been catching up on work, mostly because I couldn’t sleep.
