I’m dying over here, and my mate keeps trying to drag my excited ass to bed!
Not in a sexy way…
Maybe
Okay, fine, the sexiness already happened
I should’ve stopped a while ago, sorry, TMI
I couldn’t hold back my snort as the barrage of messages came through.
Me
Are you dressed enough for a video call?
Brynn
I CAN BE
ONE SEC
A minute later, she called me.
Her blue eyes were bright and her blonde hair was a mess when I answered, but she was in fact clothed. Or at least wearing a t-shirt. Her mate wasn’t in the video, and I wasn’t going to ask if he was dressed.
“Hey!” Her grin was so huge, I couldn’t help but grin back. “You totally made my day. Right, Bash?”
“Mmhm.” A tired male voice rumbled.
“Who are you talking to?” Jasper’s growl rolled through the room a heartbeat later, and goosebumps broke out on my skin.
“Brynn.” I held the phone up, tilting it toward the doorway, where I knew he was walking toward me.
“That was Bash’s voice, Jas. She doesn’t have a secret lover.” There was a pause. “Do you?”
Jasper snarled.
I rolled my eyes, pulling the camera back to myself. “No, there’s no secret lover. Like I already told him, I wouldn’t have gone to that wedding alone if I was with someone.”
“Sweet. Okay, show me the goods,” Brynn demanded.
I laughed, but flipped the camera around and made my way off the couch.
She oohed and ahhed as I walked through the living space, showing her everything. My smile grew, and my enthusiasm did too as she gushed over how gorgeous it was alongside me.
By the time we hung up, my mood had lifted completely, and I was feeling… excited, honestly.
Not about the mate thing.
But the house? It wasn’t really a house, per say, but I’d go with that anyway.
And the house was beautiful.
The room we’d turned into my library-slash-workspace had giant windows that looked out over the mountains, making it feel like I was outside.
I would be able to focus and feel inspiration in my own home, without having to leave. That alone would be a huge change for the better.
“Your sister is awesome,” I told Jasper, when I finally turned the phone off. He was making more pancakes—and I was looking forward to them, despite the repeated meal.