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That’s an invitation if I’ve ever seen one.

I climb right into his lap without an ounce of shame.

I’m an omega, dammit.

The prospect of cuddling a mountain of an alpha is too appealing to turn down.

Chapter Ten

Bear

Not only did Lennox come back, she climbed right into my lap like my mom still does for my dads to this day.

There’s a draw between compatible alphas and omegas that’s difficult for others to comprehend.

Growing up, Rush and I would joke with our dads about how whipped they were and, outside of a smack to the back of the head, they never tried to deny it.

Time has changed my perspective.

What was gross as a kid is now a gift because I understand how in love they were.

Hell, they still are.

We just no longer have to see it play out in the kitchen over breakfast.

Rush and I took over the pack house we grew up in. Our youngest brother is already long bonded and living with his pack in Vermont.

Mom got tired of the cold, and that was that.

All four of our dads officially retired, handed the businesses off to me and Rush, and they migrated to Florida.

“I think I embarrassed myself last night.” Lennox twists her fingers in the front of my shirt. “Not that I can remember a whole lot.”

I grab the ice pack that ended up on the arm of the couch. Placing a hand on her lower back, I pull her front closer to mine and put the ice pack where I think she smacked the wall. “Let me know if this is in the wrong spot.”

She snuggles her face closer to my chest and sighs. “It’s probably not even necessary. I feel like I owe you an apology and a thank you.”

My face tilts down to study the side of hers.

“Thank you for looking after me, and I’m sorry it was necessary in the first place.”

“You’re welcome.” I clear my throat. “I’m glad to see you’re doing better today.”

“I saw you decorating…” She laughs. “Are you trying to get into the holiday spirit?”

I snort. “Jacky, the bar manager, told me if she had to be here during the holidays, she wanted something to boost the holiday spirit. So, I was trying.”

“That’s very sweet.” Lennox runs her fingers over my chest. “You know, I’m an excellent decorator. I’d be happy to help.”

“You’re not going anywhere near the ladder,” I mutter. “You’re a danger to yourself with your feet on the floor.”

She snorts, and it turns into a full laugh that makes her shoulders rise and fall as her chest jiggles against mine.

“I won’t dispute that, but Christmas is my second favorite holiday,” she says with a lightness to her tone that makes me feel like I’ve won in some way.

“Wait, what’s your favorite, then?”

“Halloween.” She chuckles. “What can I say? I love the spooky season, but I’d be happy to help you decorate. I’ll even promise to stay off the ladder.”

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