I couldn’t ask for anything better.
Logan is on board,too.
Maeve had asked him in between patients, and he had looked shocked, to say the least.
But he agreed, and now the plans are in place.
I’m not naïve. There’s a chance that Maeve could scent match with him while we’re on the trip, and as long as she’s comfortable with it, so am I.
Frankly, I’m sick of Logan making heart eyes at my Omega and not doing anything about it, especially when it’s obvious she likes him, too.
I’m halfway out the door for my lunch break, waiting to meet Maeve, when I hear Avery call my name.
“Hey,” I say. “What’s up?”
He appears just as stressed as before, and his hair is messy, as if he’s been tugging at it anxiously.
“Do you have a moment?”
“Sure.”
I expected this conversation eventually, and while I’m a little nervous, I also respect Avery for it.
We walk to the other side of the building, away from the front windows.
I lean against the wall, waiting patiently for Avery to stop fretting.
Instead, he starts to pace.
“Maeve told me about the scent match,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “I figured.”
“Congratulations,” he sighs.
“You don’t sound like you mean it,” I counter.
He stops and inhales slowly. “I do,” he says. “I truly do. And I’m sure I’m going to have this conversation if she scent matches with anyone else. But I want to say…I’m glad it’s you.”
I blink. “Wait.Really?In there, you looked like you were going to have a heart attack.”
He huffs out a pained laugh. “Yeah, because she’s my little sister. She’s sensitive. And now you have the potential to break her heart.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I say lowly.
He shrugs. “I don’t think you would. It’s just a feeling that’s never going to go away for me. It’sMaeve. To me, sometimes she’s still the little girl that would cry if she thought I was catching a cold.”
I quirk my lip. That does sound like something a mini-Maeve would do.
“She feels a lot, all the time,” Avery adds. “Even when something tragic happens and she shuts down, it’s not because she’s closed off, it’s because she’s drowning in the emotions. There may be times where you have to pull her out of it.”
I nod. “I’m aware. I knew this since the first week I met her, since the first time she cried when she thought she trimmed a cat’s claw too close.”
He smiles sadly. “Yeah. Just watch out for her, okay? Especially with this health anxiety she’s having with the cats. I worry about her.”
“As you should. You’re a good brother,” I say. “You want the best for her, and so do I.”
“And if goes without saying,” he adds lowly, “you hurt her, and I’ll hurt you.”
