That’s the part that scares me. What if he won’t let me in? I've built a whole company on not taking no for an answer. What if Saint is the first no I can't negotiate.
A knock sounds at the door. Graham leans his head in. His green eyes go soft when he sees me.
Cammie makes a sound that is half sigh, half whimper. "Those eyes," she mouths at me.
“I know,” I mouth back.
“Silas sent me to ask you how you want your coffee.”
I don’t even bother trying to explain my usual choice. “Sweet and creamy.”
“Times two,” Cammie adds. “And bacon. There’s bacon, right?”
Graham places his hand over his heart. “I promise there will be bacon.”
She barks a laugh. “Good. My girl’s going to need her strength to pack her bags.”
Graham’s eyes widen. “Really? You’re coming back with us?”
I don’t have time to reply before he pulls me from my chair into a smothering hug, peppering the top of my hair with quick, eager kisses.
“Ahem,” Cammie pretends to cough. “I hate to interrupt, but if I don’t get at least one hour of work from Lark today, we’ll be way behind.”
Reluctantly my sweet guy starts to pull away. Before he can get too far, I put my arms around his neck and pull his face closer to mine, pressing my scent along his cheeks and throat. He purrs with satisfaction before marking me in return.
“Any day now,” Cammie taunts.
Graham jumps back, his ears going pink. He pushes his glasses up even though they don't need it.
“I’ll be back with your coffees soon.”
“And bacon!” Cammie yells to his retreating back.
I laugh. Poor Graham will eventually get used to her. They'll probably adore each other, honestly. The thought makes something warm settle in my chest.
I turn to face her. "Alright," I say, settling back into my chair. "Show me what we've got."
“Got it. Operation speed walk through today’s data begins right now!”
Lark
Cammie and I flip through dashboard views from our latest marketing push. We are just closing our laptops when Graham appears in the doorway.
“Breakfast is ready.”
He’s wearing a new pair of khakis and a fresh button-down that’s open at the top, exposing a triangle of chest and a hint of ink. My fingers itch to open the collar further and peek at what lies beneath.
“New clothes?”
Graham’s face brightens. “I ran home for groceries and decided to change while I was there.”
Now it’s my cheeks that are pink. My kitchen is embarrassingly bare. I rarely cook more than popping a frozen meal in the microwave. But I do keep an alarming amount of bacon in the refrigerator. Cammie and I would have been happy with that.
Plus all the donuts.Obviously.
The dining room table is laden with food. Fluffy scrambled eggs. Sliced berries. Sliced French bread, toasted to a perfect light brown. And piles and piles of wonderful bacon. The whole apartment smells like butter and salt and, underneath it all, whiskey and honey and chocolate and hazelnut. My two alphas, layered into my space as though they've always belonged here. My omega settles like she's been waiting for exactly this.
Cammie’s eyes widen at the bounty. “Wow! Which one of you do I have to thank for this?”
