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The house is on a slight hill, and I wince as the car slides a little as I drive. It’s dark now that the sun has gone down,making me long for summer. I’m getting tired of the cold, and it’s still early winter.

Well, it can fucking kick rocks.

After what feels like forever, but is really just me being dramatic, I pull into the garage where Everest is waiting for me.

“Are you okay?” he asks as I open the door after shutting off the engine.

“Yeah, I don’t think I was prepared for the stress of this hill though,” I tell him, grabbing my bag as I get out of the car.

“This winter has been out of control with snow,” he says, helping me with my bag as I close the door behind me.

Everest really is a gentleman, I just like to give him shit. He clicks the button to close the garage door as we walk in through the garage entry door into the mud room.

“The traffic didn’t help on the way out of the city,” I admit. “I just want to drop into a puddle on the couch and relax.”

“Your dad has drivers, Aisling,” he reminds me as I roll my eyes. Pulling off my boots, I leave them behind as Everest follows me through the house.

“I know, but I usually don’t mind driving,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Aisling!” Wren calls out, making me grin as I practically skip down the stairs to the sunken living room.

“Hi!” I say with a giggle, jumping onto the couch.

“Reunited,” Everest teases, putting my bag down. “God, I swear there are rocks in this, Aisling.”

“I mean, that’s almost accurate,” I tell him with a nod.

“Is Aisling here?” Flynn asks, grinning as he sees me. “Hey! Ah, Everest, there’s a timer on the oven for dinner. Could you let me know when it goes off?”

Hooking his hand behind Flynn’s neck, he gives him a deep kiss, and I smirk as Flynn melts against him. Yes, I feel a twingeof the sadness I typically do that my dating life is shit, but I’m really happy for my friends.

It’s a double edged sword.

“What’s the name of this women’s organization?” I ask, turning to Wren.

She’s staring at me, and I shake my head to show her I’m okay. At least, I’m not spiraling or anything.

“The Regional Omegas Women’s Society,” she says. “They’re a hoity-toity group that seems to think omegas need to conduct themselves in a certain way. Unfortunately, I don’t think we’re going to impress them very much.”

“You don’t need to impress them,” Flynn says, escaping Everest with a chuckle. “Also, what about the male omegas? I feel left out.”

“And that’s the other issue,” I say with a sigh. “There are male omegas, as we know, who need services as well. Although, we haven’t had any come through Omega’s Haven yet. I hope our website will get the point across as soon as I hire someone to do it.”

The last part is said with a groan, and Wren chuckles.

“Okay, let’s put out an ad for a web designer,” Wren suggests. “We need one either way.”

Ambrose ambles into the room, collapsing at Wren’s feet to drop his head in her lap.

“I need a nap before dinner,” he mutters. My lips twitch, knowing he’ll be passed out as soon as Wren pulls out the tie securing his long dark hair and starts to play with it.

“I thought they were doing more from home,” I murmur softly.

“They have been, but Corbin is changing some of his infrastructure. The guys have been training,” she says with a sigh.

“It’s a lot better than it used to be,” Flynn says seriously. “I appreciate that I get to see them more, and they hardly ever leave town.”

Ambrose snores, making us chuckle. He really needs this nap.

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