Page 53 of Knot My Luck

Eventually we find a restaurant nestled along the river, something warm and inviting after skipping past the upscale fine dining places, and settle into a table near the window. As soon as we’re seated and have ordered some small plates to share, the conversation naturally drifts towards us – what happens now, how we move forward as a pack. It’s strange, talking about it in such practical terms, but necessary. We can’t stay wrapped up in the haze of bonding and heat fucking forever.

“So,” I start, wrapping my hands around my mug of tea. “How is this actually going to work? Logistically, I mean.”

Tadhg leans forward. “Well, for starters, we’re not actually as far apart as you might think. Back in England, you were in Exeter, right?”

I nod. “Yeah, for uni, and then I stayed after I graduated. I work remotely, boring spreadsheet work that I don’t fully understand but they pay me well for, but I never had a reason to leave, so I guess I can afford to be the flexible one here,” I say diplomatically.

Although it feels like a massive upheaval to my life.

What about them? What are they giving up to be with me? Is this what I really want?

My sudden doubt and panic must show on my face because the guys exchange glances that I can’t quite read.

And then Tadhg is pushing calming, reassuring vibes down the bond.

Fuck! The bond. How did I forget about that? Two of them at least can feel everything I’m feeling.

I need to find a way to shut that off. Or at least get it under control. They don’t need my emotions screaming at them every second of the day like some over emotional, hysterical omega.

“That’s actually not too bad,” Lorcan says thoughtfully. “We’re based in Silver, up in North Devon. It’s not exactly next door, but it’s a hell of a lot closer than if you’d been in London or, I don’t know, Scotland.”

I blink. “Silver? Silver Sands? That tiny village near the coast? The surf place?”

Tadhg smirks. “You know it?”

“Not well, but I’ve driven through a couple of times. It’s beautiful. Right by the largest village in England, right?”

Cathal nods. “That’s where our company is based. High-end construction, mostly bespoke builds.”

I raise a brow. “So you’re all business owners.”

“Partners, yeah.” Lorcan grins. “Surprised?”

“A little.” I take a sip of my tea. “Not sure why. I guess we don’t really know each other all that well…history aside.”

Tadhg winks. “It’s the rugged charm. People always assume we’re farmhands or mechanics.”

I huff a quiet laugh, then glance between them. “So…this means, geographically at least, we can make this work.”

Lorcan’s expression softens. “Yeah. It’s a good sign, isn’t it?”

It is. It’s reassuring to know that whatever challenges we’ll face, distance won’t be one of them.

“When are you heading back?” I ask.

“In the next couple of days,” Cathal replies. “What about you?”

“Same,” I say, then pause as something clicks. “Wait. What flight are you on?”

Tadhg pulls up his phone, checking the details before showing me the screen.

I stare at it, then laugh. “Well, that’s a bit convenient.”

Lorcan leans in, glancing at the screen. “Same flight?”

“Same flight.”

“That settles it, then,” Tadhg says, satisfied. “We’ll get you home safe.”

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