Page 37 of Knot a Good Idea

My breath catches, and I look at the beautiful woman in front of me.

“I would love to,” I say.

I would also love to see her give me a true smile, not a forced one.

10

APRIL

This was not a good idea.

I don’t belong here.

Even their foyer is massive, with a set of staircases on either side leading up to the second floor. My shoes clack on the marble floor, and I realize how out of my element I am surrounded by three unmated billionaires.

I thought Donovan smelled phenomenal, but Hunter is a spicier concoction of rich scents. He’s also just as handsome, with golden tan skin and close-cropped light brown hair. His eyes are amber, just a shade lighter than his hair. Dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt that’s almost too tight, he’s mouthwatering.

Liam is the sweetest Alpha I’ve ever met. He’s shy, thoughtful, and his tousled dirty-blonde hair looks silky enough to run my fingers through. He wears a forest green sweater that matches his eyes, and his scent is light and earthy.

He’s a mixture of eucalyptus and mint, calming and soothing.

But his grounding doesn’t stop me from freaking out on the inside.

I’m going to be with them for the next two days to see if we’re a good match.

A test run.

What the hell does a test run even entail?

What have I gotten myself into?

But then I remind myself of why I’m here.

Save the café and everyone’s jobs.

I can do this.

And with Liam’s eyes widening in excitement, it’s hard for me to say no to a tour of the home.

“I would love to see the rest of your place,” I say.

Donovan walks over to us and hands Liam my duffel bag, and I frown when I see the obnoxious white icing stain on it.

I don’t belong in this world.

But Liam doesn’t say anything. He just slings the bag over his shoulder and grins, showing off matching dimples.

“After you,” he says, motioning toward the staircase.

“Don’t let him hog you too long, April,” Hunter’s voice carries behind us as we head to the second floor. “We’ll be down here waiting.”

“Sorry about him,” Liam sighs as we reach the top of the stairs. “He can be a bit obnoxious. So can Donovan. But they’re good people underneath it all.”

“I believe it,” I tell him earnestly. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

That may not be entirely true, but it’s good to have Liam’s reassurance about his packmates.

“Your bedroom is down here,” he says, leading me down a vast hallway. “And ours are on the opposite end, so if you need anything, we’re not far.”

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