Page 185 of Tangled in Knots

Getting comfortable in the corner of the cushion, I get lost in the various homes on the market, unconsciously being drawn to all the ones that can accommodate us. The tide is turning, myheart opening, God save us all if they break it. I wouldn’t be able to take it.

The men with red hair, dark locs, broody gaze, and bottomless green eyes all have me ensnared in their web. Escape doesn’t seem to be an option I want.

JED

“You’ve been holed up with my girl for long enough,” I remind Duncan, standing on his front steps with my pack. I’ve been calling her that more, enjoying the way it sounds. I don’t know if she’ll agree yet that she’s our omega, but as I said, I’m done waiting.

She’s going to find out we are serious about our intentions of forever.

“Ugh, it’s not even been twenty-four hours,” he groans. “Come on in then, worrywarts.”

“I’m not worrying, I miss her,” I grumble.

“Aww, you have feelings and shit for her,” Duncan teases me.

“Jed, we can’t kill him,” Kane says with a wistful sigh. It sounds more like he’s trying to remind himself that, than me. “The little rabbit likes him too much.”

“Damn straight,” Duncan says as he leads us through the house to Adira. Their house feels way too large for the two of them. It reminds me of an estate gifted to you in a will by someone instead.

“Why do you live in this huge place?” I blurt out, apparently channeling my younger brother today.

“My Grandma Diedre gave it to Callum and I when I turned twenty-one,” he explains, showing my suspicions were correct. “She has several homes and is now in her eighties. She wantedus to have a place of our own as we grew into our britches. That’s what she said anyway.”

It’s clear they’re very loved by their family, even if their father may not always understand their decisions. They seem to butt heads often.

Adira is eating oatmeal cookies when we walk into the living room and is working on a computer. She’d left hers at the rental, so I wonder what she’s working on.

“Apparently you’re missed, Adira,” Duncan says, amused.

Glancing up, she smiles as she sees us, appearing more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her before. Is it because she’s staying with the Kellys or is there another reason?

“Hey, I’m looking at houses,” she says as if that’s not a big deal. “I’m finding myself drawn to one by the university. It’s still close enough to downtown, but easy enough to jump on the interstate too to leave the city.”

“That sounds nice,” Morris says, jostling me out of my thoughts.

“It does,” I say hurriedly. “What prompted the search?”

“Duncan came clean about the money you told me about,” Adira grunts.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Duncan says with a smirk. “Be sure to check the website, I want to know what your views are like.”

As he leaves, Adira groans. “It could be zero!”

“Is this the podcast you told me about?” Kane asks. At her nod, he grins. “I really want to know what your views are too.”

Adira softens, opening another tab on her browser to pull up a website.

“What podcast?” I ask, wanting her to tell me about it. I value her words, all the ones she’ll give me.

“Emilia Richardson is a giant twatwaffle,” she announces. “I’ve never had the displeasure of meeting her, but her views leave a lot to be desired. She has a podcast talking about howomegas should act, down to what they should wear and what job they should have.”

“The woman is vile,” I mutter, moving to sit next to Adira. “I’ve met her a few times, and I think she has a permanent stick up her ass.”

“Her voice sounds like it,” Adira murmurs, smirking. She doesn’t move away when I pull her legs into my lap, and I begin to idly rub her feet.

My hands need something to do. The omega curls further into her corner of the large couch she’s on, allowing me access. “Her podcasts made me so angry, I decided to create a podcast of my own. Callum and Duncan made me a room to be able to record in, and I went with it.”

I appreciate how strong their friendship is, and I’m trying to respect her boundaries as much as possible.

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