“Okay,” she says, tilting her head. “Well, then let’s go, doctor.”
The wind is gracious enough to blow her scent my way again, and my chest aches.
I’m in love with you; I want to scream.I’m in love with you, and please let me be a part of your life. Please keep me here.
I try to convey it with my face, and when she takes my hand and leads me to Ivan’s car, I hope the message was received.
Today is the start of something new.
I just know it.
16
MAEVE
My boyfriend is goingto be the death of me.
“You can all sit in the back together,” he says, grinning. “I don’t mind being a chauffeur.”
It’s a shit-eating grin, mischievous and conspiratorial.
“I know what you’re doing,” I whisper to him, and he shrugs innocently.
“What? You wanted to have a fun trip, right? Why make one of them sit up front? That’s not fair.”
I gape at him. “You’re impossible,” I hiss.
He just waggles his eyebrows. “Make yourself comfortable, babe.” Then, he tilts his head down and kisses me sweetly. “We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“I hate you,” I grumble, biting my lip to keep from smiling.
“No, you don’t.” He kisses me again, then pulls me into his arms while Logan and Ivan wait for us. I breathe him in and all his sweet caramel apple goodness, sighing in his hold.
“One more thing,” he says quietly. “If anyone makes you uncomfortable, including me?—”
“Then I’ll stab your eyes out with the car keys,” I say. “I have pepper spray in my purse.”
“Just don’t do it while I’m driving.”
“I won’t.”
“Wait, who’s stabbing who?” Fang calls out, and I grin.
“Why are you eavesdropping?” I tease, and even Logan starts to look more comfortable. His smile is small and wistful, but his eyes brighten when I meet his gaze.
All three of their scents combined create something delicious.
Fang’s leather mixed with Logan’s bourbon, along with Ivan’s caramel and apple, is mouthwatering. It’s an aroma I’ve never scented before, and it makes my stomach flip, my heart race, and my core throb.
It feels like I’m seeing a potential pack in front of me.
Ivan senses it too, but he’s made it clear this is all on my terms.
“Can’t help it, you’re impossible not to pay attention to,” Fang deadpans, and Ivan scoffs.
“Do I have to up my flirting now?” my boyfriend murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Not yet,” I tease. “You worried about competition?”
