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“My dude, I do not need a lungful of turned-on Meadow.” Clover cackled. “Keep that tongue in your mouth until you’re on your fancy-ass private jet.”

Hendrix grinned at her when he pulled away. “Yes, ma’am.”

We parted at the airport with multiple hugs and a few tears, Clover to her commercial flight, and the rest of us to the private jet the band had chartered.

“Do you like it?” Phin asked as we stepped on board.

“It looks just like the movies.” I ran my fingertips over the buttery leather and settled onto one of the couches, Hendrix and Arlo practically tripping over one another to claim the spots on either side of me.

“Well, if you like this, princess,” Arlo said, running his nose up my throat, “just wait until you see the pack house.”

Chapter 27

Phineas

August, Los Angeles

“Damn, this place is swanky.” Meadow stood in our driveway, her gaze flicking over our pack house in Los Angeles. It wasn’t the biggest or fanciest house in the city, and, in fact, by comparison, it was downright modest, but it had enough space for all of us to have our own room, with an untouched omega suite and additional bedrooms for guests, plus a pool, which Meadow would probably appreciate as the baby grew.

“We’re going to have to buy a lot of stuff to fill up your room here,” I told her. “You have an entire suite with a nest inside.”

“How do I already have a room?”

“Wishful thinking?” I replied.

Her cheeks turned sweetly pink, though that could’ve been from the heat and not from my words.

Hendrix and Arlo flanked her on both sides. Arlo grinned at her. “Ready to go in?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The entire place was cleaned top to bottom while we were on tour, and our housekeeper had come by that morning to make sure everything was fresh and aired out. We only had a week here, but I was pretty sure we all intended to make the absolute most of it and get in our Meadow time while the opportunity was there. We would still look at purchasing a property in Seattle, so she could be close to home if she wanted to, but for right now, our house in LA was a much more comfortable alternative to the bus.

“You’ve already had so many chances to hog our omega,” I argued. “Let Beckett and me give her the tour. You two can get our luggage from the bus.”

They both pouted, but when Meadow didn’t say anything to negate my request, they traded off places with Beckett and me.

I looped my arm with hers. “Let’s go, sweets. Once you see everything, I want you to buy whatever you think we need. This place is more house than home with how often we’re on the road, so it probably needs some cozying up.”

Meadow nodded, like she was taking the duty seriously. Her head swiveled as we walked, marveling at the high ceilings in the foyer with the marble floors, taking in the beautiful granite kitchen we basically never touched, our giant living room with a projector screen covering most of the wall, the sparkling pool in our backyard, and the multitude of bedrooms we kept upstairs.

“Feel free to snoop,” I told her.

“Which ones are yours?” she asked.

“I’m at the end of the hall on the right,” answered Beckett.

“I’m across from him.”

Meadow trotted excitedly down the hall and peeked into Beckett’s room. “It’s like something out of a magazine.”

“We hired a designer,” he replied. “None of us are particularly decoratively inclined.”

“The green is really nice. Like a classy forest.” She crossed the hall to look into mine. “Whoa.”

“Nice, right?” My room was beach themed, with sand-colored walls, blue fabrics, and a display of seashells I’d been collecting for the last several years.

“I love themed rooms. Feels like I’m right by the ocean.”

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