“Your mother,” Sylvan calls from his seat on the worktop.
I nod, smiling at him for remembering. “That’s how she met my dads. They were at an army base, and she was teaching a tango class at a local bar. My dad, Shea, thought it would be funny to go.”
I shake my head, the corner of my mouth lifting. “I don’t think they ever imagined meeting my mum.”
He was always the stubborn one. Once he decided something was happening, that was it. Even my pack dad, Maddox, couldn’t change his mind.
“If they hadn’t been stationed at that army base, if my dad Shea hadn’t convinced them to go… that one small moment in time...” I shrug softly. “He said he knew she was the one the second he saw her. Said it was an instinct.”
Sylvan’s brows pull together as he steps closer. “The name of your salon...”
“You’re so damn clever, Sylvan.” I smile at him, and something in his expression shifts as he tries to match it. “Shea… his instinct, and the ‘r’ is for me. Shear Instinct.”
My expression softens. “He was my biggest supporter. Even when it was just an idea back in school, before...” I swallow. “So the name is like the two of us together.”
For a moment, no one says anything.
I clear my throat, shifting slightly in Luc’s arms. “Do you dance, Sylvan?”
“No.” He moves in, his hands joining the others already over my hips and waist. “Teach me.”
“Oh, suddenly weallwant to dance,” Luc scoffs, but he winks at me.
I shift to seek out Kaiden. “What about you?” I ask with a smirk.
His grey eyes sweep over me, up and down, across his packmates, before landing back on my face.
“I’ll watch.”
That look. Hisvoice. The way he spreads his legs a little and my eyes can’t help themselves, dropping down. By the time I look back up, he’s smirking.
Then his gaze flicks to his watch. “We need to go.”
Val grumbles something, Syl’s fingers twitch, Luc brushes his mouth over my temple, but they all step away.
“I’ll bring the car round,” Luc calls, spinning the keys above his head on his finger as he slips under the partially lifted garage door.
“I’ll lock upstairs,” Syl says, already heading towards the stairs.
“I’ll do a sweep of the grounds.” Val grabs something else off the workbench before ducking under the same garage door.
Kaiden places his earpiece in, then beckons me to him with the slightest tilt of his head.
The sexy bastard.
He studies every step I take towards him, the sharp click of my heels echoing through the cavernous space.
A piece of dark hair has fallen over his eyes, and when I stop between his large legs, I find myself reaching out to sweep it back, then I’m gathering half of it up. I use the band I took from him all those days ago and swiftly tie it.
“I forgot to give this back.” I fiddle with the bun I’ve made, but the second I step back to survey my work, his large hand fills my lower back, stopping me.
“I’m so grateful for your dad,” he murmurs against my lips, brushing his mouth over mine in slow, grazing touches. “So fucking grateful.”
He kisses me like he’s tasting me, his tongue slipping between my lips, gently easing deeper. A groan rumbles in his chest as he pulls me even closer, gripping the back of my neck to hold me steady—
I jump as a loud honk and music blast from outside.
“¡Súbete!” Luc shouts, and the garage door starts to rise.
