Silas
When they found out I had bonded with Lark, my parents insisted that we come over for an impromptu celebration.
“Lucy’s feeling better,” I say. “Mom insisted that we come by to celebrate my bond with Lark and that Lucy’s finally feeling more like herself.”
“Does she want us all there?” Graham lifts Lark to the countertop and stands between her thighs. He claimed he was havingLark withdrawalsand has refused to leave her side since we came downstairs this morning. From the blissed-out look on her face, I can tell she doesn’t mind.
“Of course she wants everybody to come.” Graham looks pleased. He’d already declared today a vacation day, so he’ll be there. “They’re fixing lunch for all of us.”
Saint hands Lark her latte. “I’ll be there, too.” He leans in and kisses her cheek as she takes her first sip.
“I need to do a few things before we go,” she says. “The warehouse owner is giving me all kinds of hell about honoring my leasing agreement.”
My blood boils. Last night, between two of our several rounds of marathon sex, she had explained how the guy who owned the second warehouse was refusing to refund the cost of the second lease.
“Can’t you just threaten him with a lawyer?” Saint asks.
Lark frowns. “I have. I don’t think he’ll give in until this goes to court.”
“But you’ll win,” Graham declares.
She shrugs. “My lawyers seem to believe so. But it still holds my company’s money hostage until the case is finalized.”
I put my coffee on the counter. “We’re all here today. Let us help you look over the documents. Maybe if we all review it, one of us will spot something that will force his hand before it requires a lawsuit.”
The bond buzzes, warm and steady, with Lark’s love for me. I send it back to her and a stunning smile curves her full lips.
She hands Saint her cup, then pulls Graham even closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Take me to the office.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He sweeps her from the counter like she weighs nothing, smacks her ass, then carries her to the back of the house to our shared office space.
We spend several hours reviewing documents and making plans. When we spill out the door for the short walk to my parents’ house, we feel confident about how we’ll handle the situation.
My parents have the backyard set up for a cookout. When we arrive, Pops is hanging a congratulations banner from the gazebo and Dad is checking the grill.
“They’re here,” Lucy shouts, launching herself at me. I catch her easily. She pulls me into a tight hug before turning and doing the same to Lark.
“I’m so happy for you,”she gushes.
I place my arm around Lark’s shoulders. “You look good, Luce.”
Her color is better than it’s been in months. A bit of dark hair is coming back, soft and new, at the crown of her head. It’s coming in patchy but give it a few months and she’ll have enough to style in one of those super short cuts that some women wear.
“I feel good,” she says. “I’m not officially in remission yet, but the doctor has a good feeling.”
Lark bumps Graham. “We know all about those feelings, don’t we?”
He chuckles before hugging Lucy. “Glad you’re feeling better, Lucy.”
“Hey, Loo,” Saint says, taking his turn for a Lucy hug, then turning to my waiting mother. She holds him tight for a second too long before releasing him.
Her face beams as she steps closer to Lark. “Silas, are you going to introduce me to your mate?”
I make the introductions. Mom, Pops, Dad, and Daniel all take turns greeting Lark.
“Oh, she’s lovely!” Mom claps her hands together. “You’ve done very well for yourself, Silas.”
Lark is clearly charmed by my mother. “It's really nice to meet you, Mrs. Caron." She says it with a perfectly straight face, even though I know she's thinking about Karen Caron.
