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To the far left of me is a spacious infinity pool which overlooks the hills. An in-ground hot tub is next to it, huge and inviting. The circular driveway leads to the front of the home, surrounded by trimmed hedges and plants. A row of sports cars is parked on the right, protected from the hill’s edge by a stone wall. I’m sure those are just for show; they must have more in their garage.

I’m out of my realm.

Skylar would lose her damn mind if she saw this place.

“We don’t have a chef,” Donovan says, almost apologetic. “But we all cook decently.”

“I think I’ll survive. Whatever will I do without my own chef?”

“Ha. You would be surprised at how people are in this area.”

“Entitled and incapable of operating a stove?”

He shakes his head. “Something like that.” He places his hand at the small of my back, and I stiffen involuntarily. He quickly withdraws it and clears his throat.

Shit.

“I should have asked,” he murmurs, and I shake my head.

“No. You just startled me,” I say. “It’s okay.”

He places it there again, and this time, I sigh at the contact. His scent fills the air, comforting and delicious, and he leads me to the front door.

9

LIAM

“You need to calm down,”Hunter tells me as I sit in the foyer. My foot taps anxiously against the marble floor as I scan our surroundings, looking for any sign of something that may be out of place. Something that wasn’t cleaned properly.

“I’m fine,” I say.

“Bullshit. You look like you’re about to stroke out.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is that why you’ve been stress cleaning for the last hour?” I can sense his smug grin without even looking at him. “It’s not prom night. We’re just meeting her to see if she will be a good fit.”

“I know.”

But I don’t know. Internally, I’m losing my damn mind.

Donovan never makes these types of decisions without us, so she must bespecial.

He’s even been smiling most of the week, and he doesn’t do that.

She’s already important to him, which tells me she’ll be important to us.

“It’s not even a real date,” Hunter mutters. “Nothing about this is real. It’s strictly business.” He leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“It could be real,” I say quietly.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “You and your bleeding heart.”

We haven’t had an Omega in years. Donovan hasn’t bothered to find one, and Hunter and I have never been too interested.

So…even if it’s just pretend, it will be nice.

When we hear the helicopter land, I full on panic.

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