I glanced at Logan, who muttered. “Of course it had peanuts in it.”
Julian chortled. “Luca tells us he’s allergic to peanuts. And then my alpha goes pale and realizes everything he’s cooked has peanuts.”
“Awwww.” I squeezed Logan’s hand. “You must have been crushed.”
“Him?” Luca touched his chest with mock outrage. “What about me? I couldn’t decide if he was flirting or sending a death threat.”
I laughed. “So what happened?”
“I politely thanked him for the effort,” Luca said with dignity. “And ate the spring rolls and the rice.”
“I offered to make him something else.” Logan slid an arm around my waist. “But he didn’t want me to go to the trouble.”
“I had delicious Thai leftovers for days.” Julian sounded smug. “And we got to invite Luca over again for a do-over.”
I looked at Logan. “What did you cook that time?”
“I called his coworkers and found out what he ordered.” Logan grumbled but pushed some hair out of my face.
“Shrimp alfredo?” I guessed. It was usually what Luca ordered when we went out to eat.
“That’s the one.” Julian beamed. “See, you already know his favorite food. Logan made the pasta by hand, got wild caught shrimp the same day, and made the garlic bread from scratch. We would not risk a repeat of the first time.”
“It was pure heaven.” Luca smiled. “I was ready to bond both of them on the spot.”
“We expect you to be human.” Julian squeezed my hand. “We’d prefer it, actually, otherwise we’d have to be perfect all the time.”
“Who wants that?” Logan brushed more of my hair off my shoulder.
“Thank you.” I put my head on Julian’s shoulder, weary from the highs and lows of the day. I had to work, but it would have to wait for tomorrow. “Can we just go to sleep now? I’m exhausted.”
Luca kissed my temple. “Of course we can.”
“I’m beat anyway.” Logan helped us stand up.
We got ready for bed, and I marveled at my luck. I’d messed up, but they were fine.Wewere fine.
I curled into bed between Julian and Luca, with Logan’s hand stretched over Julian to touch my waist. They whispered they loved me and slipped off to sleep.
Blurry exhaustion pulled me into sleep quickly, but I had strange dreams about falling down cliffs and running without making it anywhere. My dreams shifted to something darker.
A family member was dead, and my heart was breaking. Someone was chasing me, wanted to hurt me and I couldn’t escape them.
I woke up in the middle of the night with my heart in my throat. Adrenaline pounded in my veins, and I almost jumped straight out of bed. Julian grunted and patted my shoulder.
I froze, afraid to wake him all the way up. I breathed in the scent of the pack around me. Coconuts, with vanilla, and herbs.
Logan’s hand was still on my hip. Julian had rolled over to face me. He looked younger in his sleep, his glossy black hair spread over his shoulder like a curtain, and I could almost picture him as a hell raising teenager, playing pranks and getting up to mischief.
Luca was warm behind me, a solid wall of muscle.
Despite the comfort, my body refused to calm down. I was too hot. So hot, I almost felt sick. I shifted in bed, trying to get comfortable, but my foot was asleep, and I wanted to roll over.
Go back to sleep. It was just a dream.
I sucked in a breath, my mind racing. I had so,somuch work to do in the morning. Four different reports, invoices, scheduling five different floral arrangements, booking three different event spots—oh no.
Dread washed over me, and my stomach clenched. I’d completely forgotten to book the event for the Snyder bonding ceremony.