Page 78 of Priceless

The blanket was too big to take with me. But… there. Across the room there was a chair with a throw blanket. Good enough. I wrapped it beneath my arms like a towel and nearly bumped into Cameron on my way out the door.

He smiled, catching me by the shoulders. “Morning.” When he kissed me, he tasted like mint.

“Morning. I’ll give your blanket back. Promise.”

“I want it back for you to use it like this. It looks far better on you than it ever did on my chair. But you could have borrowed one of my shirts. Or let us see you naked.”

I tightened the blanket. “I didn’t want to terrify the staff, and none of your shirts would fit me.”

“Hmm. I’ll be rectifying that. I want you to have something with my scent.”

Desire and longing flashed through me like lightning. I wanted that so much. To be on a phone call with my friends and have their hoodies wrapped around me like it was nothing. To have them want their scent on my skin as much as I wanted it there.

Cam leaned down and kissed me. “Based on your perfume, you like the idea.”

“Like would be a bit of an understatement.”

“Then you’ll have it. Soon.” He winked. “And I’ll make sure the staff are never home when we are, if it means you walking around naked, wife.”

I screwed up my face trying not to smile and failed completely. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that, but I will take it under advisement, husband.”

“Call me husband again and you’re never making it to breakfast.”

Hitching the blanket up under my arms, I sprinted down the hall toward my room, followed by his laughter.

Ruby had done an amazing job in the closet. Even the things that weren’t hanging were easy to find. I didn’t think I was going anywhere today, so I kept myself comfortable. But I still avoided my more ratty lounge clothes. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to look cute for the Alphas I would see in the kitchen.

Not a single thing.

I grabbed my phone, noting that I had far too many messages. Then again, I hadn’t even thought about looking for the past couple of days. They would keep for a bit longer. After everyone left for work, I’d have more than enough time to answer messages and explore the house.

The kitchen was bright and welcoming in the morning light. The windows over the side of the estate showed more magnolia trees that painted shadows on the floor, moving with the summer breeze.

Cameron was already back from his room, sitting at the large booth-like table in the breakfast nook. It wasn’t really fair for him to look that good. He could be in a coffee ad, sitting like that with a tablet in front of him and a suit that fit him like a glove.

“There’s hot water on the stove if you’d like some tea, coffee in the machine, and all of that.” He gestured to the baskets on the island, full of fruit, muffins, and other things like croissants. There was a whole rack of different tea bags, sugar and honey, and a quick peek in the fridge showed creamer.

Tea sounded perfect this morning.

Spotting a blueberry muffin, I grabbed it. My favorite. I sat at the small table in the breakfast nook overlooking the trees and beyond. I could just barely see the beach from this angle. I liked this space. It seemed far too casual for this grand house. And peaceful.

Cameron reached across the table and squeezed my hand while he read whatever was on his tablet.

Everett came into the kitchen and smiled at me. In his work suit, he was so much sharper than the Alpha he turned into with me. I very much understood what he said yesterday. People would be afraid of him, and I liked that. There was something entrancing about being the one who could tame the beast and calm the monster.

“Morning,” I murmured.

“Morning, wife.” That little smile that was only for me appeared.

He poured coffee and made himself some toast before he grabbed a pear. It was interesting to see them fending for themselves. I assumed men as rich as them wouldn’t do anything as simple as cooking, but I hadn’t seen any staff in the house so far.

I nearly moaned at the first bite of the blueberry muffin. Holy shit, it was incredible. So far, all the food here was.

Everett didn’t bother to sit, standing at the island with his coffee and toast. It seemed strange, the easy domestic feeling. As if this were all normal. Like we did it every day.

Warmth spread through my chest at that thought. I was going to make every morning and domestic moment count this year.

Micah strode in and went straight to the coffee machine. He sighed. “I’m sorry I can’t stay. I wasn’t planning on going in until our meeting with Frank, but Gregory seemed to think his thoughts on the designs for the new men’s line couldn’t wait till the afternoon, and I’d rather not spend the day getting yelled at, so off I go.”

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