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“Fuck, Dad’s involved now too, Callum,” I tell him. “The dick isn’t going to let up. I can tell him what we discussed, I just don’t think it’ll work.”

“Then let your inner green flag possessive alpha fly,” Callum says, shrugging.

“Yes,” I whisper, grinning.

Me:

We always said we would find her, and you didn’t believe us. Finders keepers.

Take that! She’s thirty-four years old, no longer a child. Hudson can cool his heels for now.

Turning my phone off, my smile is a mile wide as I pocket it away. I don’t need it, and everyone important is either in thiswaiting room or can get a hold of Callum. I see my girl finishing up as she gazes at the mirror, her hair freshly curled into soft waves.

“Linus,” I hiss, gently shaking him awake. He’s definitely catching up on much needed sleep, the kind where his demons aren’t chasing him in his mind. I hate stealing him away from that, but it’s time to go.

“Is she done?” he asks, jerking away as he sits up.

“I think so,” I murmur. His hair is messy, and there’s a little drool on his lip that he wipes away.

Fucking adorable.

Standing together, we walk to the station Quinn is at, where she’s running her fingers through her hair with wide eyes. The pink color looks incredible against her skin, appearing all the brighter because of the blonde.

“I love it,” I tell her as she catches my eye in the mirror.

“It looks so soft,” Callum mutters, reaching out to touch a curl. We’ve both noticed that they don’t want the space we thought they did, which is doing dark things to our control.

All I want is to spend all of my time with Quinn and Linus, wrapped up in getting to know them. That’s not being overbearing and crazy, right? I’m very self aware of how my golden retriever energy can become dark horse psychotic quickly.

“This is such a vibe, Quinn,” Linus says, grinning. “You look fantastic.”

Lifting her pad of paper that she’s been using to communicate with the stylist she says,I love it so much!

“I’m so glad you like it,” the stylist says next to us as she takes off Quinn’s cape. “I was nervous since you’ve never dyed your hair before, but it’s stunning.”

Quinn beams at her, getting out of the chair. Walking to the register, I hand my card to the receptionist, refusing to let Quinnsee how much it costs. It’s something Callum and I wanted to do for her, because we love to make her happy. Easy as that.

This is not a tit for tat relationship and it never will be. Signing the credit card slip, I say goodbye and put my card away.

“One more stop,” I say as we leave the hair salon.

Quinn raises her brow at me, her face so very expressive. I imagine it took a lot of effort to keep herself appearing blank and uncaring when she needed to at the club.

Callum makes sure we’re crossing the parking lot, watching the way Quinn’s hair gleams in the dying sunlight before he answers.

“We have a pole to install in the sunroom, baby,” he says with a smirk.

Her lips move into an “o”, her cheeks heating as she walks.

“I can’t wait to be able to watch you dance again,” Linus says, smiling.

If it’s anything like earlier today, neither can I.

CHAPTER 16

BRET

“Alpha Bret, come in,” Madam Clara says. I’ve bought omegas from her before, in fact, this is where I bought Linus.

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