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“Yeah, or…magic.” His tone suggested he wasn’t big on the magic theory, which made me snort.

“When are you going to bite me?”

“That’s up to you. It’s either the day after tomorrow or next month.” He shrugged casually, but something in his expression told me he was still thinking I’d change my mind or push it back maybe not only now but for a while.

“I don’t have anything better to do on Sunday,” I said easily. “Might as well get married, you know.”

Again, he looked at me like I was something wonderful and a bit exasperating. “How do you want to do it? Any ceremonial things? The bite goes on your wrist.”

I gave it some thought, absently rubbing my thumb over his knuckles as I stared out the window.

Eventually, I smiled at him. “Would it be okay if we did the bite now, and then eventually, when we want to get married in the human way, we make that more memorable and meaningful. Have a party and everything?”

He smiled at me gently. “Absolutely. That sounds really good.”

“And I joked about the sex with the mating bite, but I don’t think we need that. I think I want to wait a bit until….” Until we had penetrative sex.

Again, my wonderful Alpha just nodded. “Of course. We’re in no rush. I don’t need to be inside you or have you inside me to feel connected to you.”

I raised my brows. “You’re not a strict top?”

“I’m pretty much a go with the flow kind of guy.”

“Oh….” I’d keep that in mind.

As if realizing where my mind had gone, he smirked, but said nothing.

Later, once Carys had woken up, we gorged on tacos with so many toppings because she’d been chopping “all the things” while we napped.

Then we played Uno again, chatting about everything and nothing at all. We brought her up to speed about what we were going to do with the mating bite, and she smiled so widely that I had to hide the way it made me choke up a little.

“Okay, so, there’s one thing I want to talk about, Alpha,” she said seriously after kicking our asses in yet another round of Uno.

Brodie gave her his full attention. “What’s that?”

“Well, I would like it if you would start the renovations from the family room and my room. We have time before Ben and Max come back, right? So their room isn’t a priority right now?”

“Right, they should be in rehab for two months. Depending on whether we hire more people to help us with the renovations, I don’t see there being a problem getting everyone in their rooms and the roof weatherproofed before we’ll have real snow,” he mused.

“Okay. See, I am not sure I can sleep alone yet every night, with the nightmares and all, but I also think you two need privacy.” She waggled her eyebrows at us.

I blushed and groaned. “Really?”

“Hey, think of it this way: you can be the dads with the kid who occasionally climbs into bed with them so you’ll have to close your bedroom door if you don’t want me there.” She was holding back giggles so bad that Brodie, who was sitting across from her, reached over and poked her side to make her crack.

The squealing that ensued reminded me of her when she was fifteen or sixteen. Before things went to shit. Before I almost lost her forever.

I got out of my seat at the end of the table and went to grab a soda from the fridge for something to do and give myself a moment to get it together.

Carys announced she needed to pee and skipped past me to the downstairs half-bath.

As soon as I closed the fridge door, Brodie wrapped his strong arms around me and squeezed me.

“I adore you both, you know that, right?” he whispered against my temple.

“It’s completely mutual, Alpha mine.”

Chapter Thirteen

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