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I continue up the stairs, reach the top before I remember I was supposed to return to work on my list in the computer room.

Yeah. It’s definitely working.

Chapter 46

Resa

Garrison has his newspaper open as I walk into the kitchen the next morning.

I meant to stay awake and see if Garrison was any closer to finishing his puzzle. That didn’t happen. I went out to my nest to lie down for an hour. Suddenly, light was streaming in through the sliding glass doors, and I was peeling my face off a chocolate wrapper.

Fortunately, no one was around when I returned to the house. A good thing too, because I had chocolate smeared all over my mouth.

I don’t say a word as I enter the kitchen, but Garrison lifts his eyes and freezes. Which is how I know he has that pregnancy book hidden in the newspaper again.

“Something interesting?” I pull a chair back from the dining table and sink into it, my stomach growling from all the yummy breakfast scents. The two alphas’ scents aren’t so bad either.

Vaughn’s smile is smug and Blaine and Garrison look pleased. Did I miss something this morning?

“Not particularly,” Garrison says.

I point my chin at his newspaper, curious what excuse he will give me. “Can I see?”

He snaps the paper closed. “You wouldn’t be interested in golf.”

“Golf. Right.” Vaughn snorts a laugh. “Want pancakes, beautiful?”

I consider how often I’ve eaten pancakes these last few days. Too many, probably. There’s bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, and toast laid out on the table, but my obsession with pancakes and fancy apple juice has yet to abate. “As long as I’m not in danger of one hitting me in the face. Thanks.”

Vaughn pushes himself up from the dining table, crosses over to the kitchen island and picks up a plate of pancakes and a large glass of apple juice. And I realize what I just did. Scratch that. Where I am sitting.

He expected me to sit in my usual place. Maybe they all did.

Was that the reason for the smiles?

I didn’t even think about what I was doing before I did it.

“Everything okay?” Garrison asks, watching me closely.

I debate moving to the kitchen island, and I don’t for the same reason I’ve stopped carrying an emergency knife. I don’t feel like I need a big slab of granite between me and alphas.

At least, not the two alphas in this house.

“Fine.” I hold out my hands for my plate and wriggle my fingers. “Pancakes please.”

“Coming up.” Vaughn winks as he sets my plate down.

I’m two pancakes down and have barely come up for air when I realize no one else is eating. They’re watching me, smiling faintly.

I automatically wipe the back of my hand over my mouth. “What? Do I have stuff on my face?”

“No.” Blaine reaches for his coffee. “You look fine.”

“She looks more than fine.” Vaughn scowls at him. “She looks beautiful.”

I’m scruffy in sweatpants, a black T-shirt, and fuzzy socks with my freshly washed hair scraped out of my face. I do not look beautiful.

“We’ll leave for your appointment after breakfast,” Garrison says before I can correct Vaughn.

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