Page 71 of Knight Life In Vegas

“Not with us directly,” Eduardo replied. “The Martinez pack next door is moving out now that they have their second baby on the way. It’s a four bedroom with a proper nest. I think we should pitch the idea to her about moving in there.”

My alpha instincts were extremely happy with the idea that Charlotte might be just next door. It wasn’t quite as good as having her right in my bed, but she was worth doing baby steps for. Letting her have her own space she was in control of would probably make her a million times more comfortable, and it being so close meant we could help with a lot more.

“I agree. When are they moving out?”

“As soon as possible,” said Eduardo. “They haven’t told the building management yet since they just got the news that Carmen was expecting again.”

“They’re okay with you sharing that news?”

Carmen played our Queen Guinevere, so we’d have to plan for her being off work as soon as she wanted to take leave. She could do other jobs when she began to show, but we wouldn’t be integrating a royal baby storyline.

“I wouldn’t have brought it up if they didn’t want you to know,” replied Eduardo. “I bet if we asked, they would delaysaying anything to the building management for a few days and we would have time to get Charlotte in to see the place, figure out how she feels about it.”

Now that the seed had been planted, I was fully on board with the idea. Hopefully Charlotte would feel the same. Having her cry in my arms over all the shitty turns her life had taken had nearly ripped me in two. If we could do something,anything, to alleviate some of her burden, I was happy to do it.

“Talk to the Martinezes and make sure it’s a possibility before we talk to Charlotte.”

“Yes!” Dylan thrust his hands into the air, the movement having him slide right off the couch from his precarious position. He grinned up at me from the floor. “We’re gonna have so many sleepovers.”

That was certainly the hope. Having the possibility of Charlotte in our lives made me feel hopeful about a lot of things. Dylan had updated me on their discussions of hosting horse camps. The idea seemed too good to be true. People wouldpayto take care of our horses just for the privilege of being around them and receiving a short lesson. Charlotte was happy to teach, and Dylan could do that right along with her. It had the potential to bring in decent money with lower expenses since we had to pay for everything in the arena anyway. It wasn’t money like tickets to the show, but it would be a lot fewer people to pay out if it was just Charlotte and Dylan managing things.

Charlotte’s other match, Beau, had gone through all the fine details with me, all our plans to get Night of Knights profitable again. He was sharp as a tack with a good eye for business. Our industries didn’t really intersect, but we both ran our own companies and he had more experience with that than I did, so I didn’t mind tapping his expertise.

“What are the odds of her agreeing to be in the show for her birthday?” I asked my packmates.

“She doesn’t seem very showy,” said Dylan, “but then I never thought she’d wanna be fucked in a stable, so who’s to say? What did you have in mind?”

I explained the idea that had been floating around in my head.

“Fuck yes. We should definitely do that.”

“And see if we can arrange an overnight babysitter,” added Eduardo. “I’d rather she not have to disappear immediately to put the boys to bed.”

I pulled my phone out to message Charlotte.

Chico:

When’s your birthday?

Charlotte:

The 23rd. Why?

That only gave us a week.

Chico:

Would you be available to spend it with us?

Charlotte:

Friends already invited me to dinner.

Chico:

Would they be interested in free tickets to Night of Knights instead? Bring everyone.

Charlotte:

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