Page 141 of Priceless

“No,” I moved off his lap on purpose this time. “That was all your question. I want more.”

“Greedy?” He asked with a smirk, knowing exactly what I was remembering. He called my body greedy, and for them? It absolutely was.

He reached for me and I danced out of his reach. He would get me eventually. But I was going to play the game. “Okay, Rett. I know Micah has siblings, but I don’t know about your family.”

Setting the laptop aside, he leaned forward on his elbows. He was wearing a t-shirt, so all that did was make his biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt and put his forearms on display. The dark rings on one forearm and the opposite bicep were visible when they usually weren’t, and I loved them.

“My biological mother has passed,” he said. “But my biological father is alive, along with one additional father and mother. One older sister.”

I stopped to think, and my eyes went wide. “I… they’ve never met me. All the stuff they’ve seen about me?—”

Everett reached out with a hand. “They don’t think anything bad about you, little nymph. We let them know we were getting married. All our families.”

Cameron smiled. “Beta parents here, only child, and Micah comes from one of the biggest packs I know.”

“They’re happy for us,” Micah said softly. “But they understand why meeting you right away couldn’t happen.”

I took a breath slowly, pushing down the instinctual nerves and fear. “Do you want me to meet them?”

“Of course, princess.” Micah caught me by the waistband of my jeans and pulled, spilling me into the overstuffed armchair beside him. The tablet he’d been working on had a drawing program open, and beside it was… one of the photos he’d taken on the beach.

We’d been so exhausted when we came back upstairs I’d forgotten about them until just now. I looked ethereal. Eyes closed, head tilted back, hair wet and wild across my face while a glowing wave struck my stomach, but stopped just before Micah’s glowing handprint right over my heart.

“Wow.”

“Here.” He took the tablet and opened the album with the rest of them. There were so many. More than I realized he’d taken. And they really were pretty. I looked pretty.

Maybe Trinity and Isolde were right and I actually could do a boudoir photo shoot and look good while doing it. Or maybe it was because it was Micah who was taking the photos, but I couldn’t stop staring at them.

“Do you like them?”

All I could do was nod.

“You’ve got one more question, sweetheart,” Cameron said. “Make it a good one.”

“What if I have more than that?”

He chuckled. “We’re not going anywhere. You can ask us questions any time.”

As Micah turned the tablet off and set it to the side, I snuggled into him. For the first time, I really felt like it might be true.

“Why did you choose art?”

He took my hand and turned it palm up, tracing the lines with his fingers. “Cam’s right. I come from a big family. And believe it or not, they’re all a lot more like Cameron. Loud,” he smiled. “Boisterous, outgoing. I’m none of those things.”

“You’re not exactly shy.”

“No, but in comparison, when you’re in a pack that has six people, and you’re one of four kids, it can be a stark difference. Everyone was always talking, and honestly, it started with writing. If I couldn’t get a word in, I would write down what I needed and hand someone a note.” He laughed and lifted my palm to his lips. “Then I started doodling with those notes. It just… grew from there.”

I liked picturing a young Micah holed up in a corner with a sketchpad while the rest of his family created chaos around him. The image was so true to who he was. “I’m glad.”

“All right.” Cameron slapped his thighs as he stood. “Your turn for a dare. But I’ll give you the chance to earn one more question.”

“What’s the catch?” I narrowed my eyes. My husband was already grinning, preparing to play.

“Make it to the bedroom before I catch you.”

I was out of the chair before he finished speaking, sprinting for the bedroom with him right on my heels. But I didn’t run as fast as I could, because I wanted him to catch me.

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