She looks at her watch. “Uh, Earth to Lark? It’s time for our Wednesday meeting. I have data and donuts.” She opens the reusable grocery bag that’s perched on her shoulder to show me the box of mixed donuts.
I had forgotten all about our standing meeting. “Can we reschedule?”
“Sure,” Cammie says quickly.
“No need,” Silas says at the same time.
We both look at him.
“Have your meeting. I’ll fix breakfast. Something more nutritious. We’ll chat about you moving to the pack house after.”
There’s a confidence in his voice that makes my insides spark and melt at the same time.
Cammie’s eyes widen. “You’re moving? Girl, this meeting is going to take a while.” She tilts her head back and points at Silas. “Make bacon.”
She drags me down the hall to the office.
“What the hell? You’re moving in with them after one night together? That’s insane. You know that, right?”
I shrug. “You told me to be Boss Bitch Lark.”
She snorts. “Your version of Boss Bitch and my version must be very different.”
I twirl once in my swivel chair before stopping to face her. “Graham is worried I’ll spike again. If that happens and they’re not there, it could get bad.”
Cammie rolls her eyes. “That’s what phones are for.” She pulls the box of donuts from her bag, selects the one with pink icing and sprinkles, and takes a bite. I wait for her to continue, but her mouth is, thankfully, occupied.
“It’s weird,” I say. “My brain knows it’s been less than a day. My omega doesn’t care. To her, we’re already committed. I’m theirs and they are mine. Just like it was for my parents.”
She swallows. “What about CoffeeGuy? What’s he going to say?”
I give myself time to think by examining a very interesting spot on myceiling.
“Silas and Graham seem to believe he’ll come around.”
“What the hell kind of alpha doesn’t automatically jump on board when he meets his scent match?” she asks around another bite.
“He’s depressed. Silas admitted that he’s been skipping pack meals and staying away from the house more and more.”
“Why?”
“No one needs a reason to be depressed, but he has one.”
She leans forward in her chair. “And…?”
"His mom died. Remember how out of sorts I was when my parents died? I couldn't make a single decision for months. Everything that used to feel obvious felt impossible. Your brain doesn't always work the same way when you're grieving. Sometimes it doesn't work at all."
“Did Silas and Graham tell you that?”
“No. Saint told me about his mom when we were texting.”
“Oh damn. His name is Saint? That’s sexy as hell.”
Leave it to Cammie to careen off topic. She selects another donut. Jelly filled. “You need to move in. Today.”
I laugh. “You literally just said I was insane.”
She rolls her eyes. “That was before you told me about Saint’s situation. Heneedsyou, Lark. You have to help him.”
