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“Letthemshowyou,” I said. “Next time, let them prove to you why you should join their pack.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” Talia said bitterly. "Not with any of the packs I’ve dated.”

I held my tongue. Telling my friend that was exactly how it worked for me, and Holly, wasn’t helpful. I listened to her rant and soothed her as best as I could.

I texted the guys to tell them I would be staying at my cottage, so I could be there for Talia. I felt guilty for being disappointed I wasn’t spending the night with my pack, but Talia had begged me to stay with her, have one more girls’ night out before I became an old lady.

I agreed, and we went back to my cottage and ate ice cream and popcorn and watched horror movies. Our favorite way to get over a breakup. I also figured I could start packing my stuff up once my friend left. She stayed late, and the next morning I headed over to Talk of the Town with boxes of clothes in my trunk. Almost time to spring the surprise on the pack.

Chapter 34

Sunshine

When I walked into the kitchen, Logan came around the countertop and pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face into his chest, his rosemary and thyme scent enveloping me.

“We missed you last night.” His voice was a rumble.

“I missed you too.”

“How’s Talia?”

I frowned. “Heartbroken. She always dates these aloof, asshole alphas who treat her like crap for being a beta, and then they dump her and she’s sad.”

Logan frowned. I pulled him into a kiss, searing my mouth against his. Behind us, some of the line chefs whooped.

Logan looked breathless when I pulled away. “I’m glad I don’t have that problem.”

“I’m glad we’ve managed to not make you feel that way.” Logan cupped my face in his hands. “We love you.”

My heart leapt into my throat, and I almost told him I had packed half my cottage last night and it was in my trunk.

I could wait. It would be a nice surprise tonight. “You’re my entire world. All three of you.”

Logan gave me a rare grin. “Good.”

A server opened the door to the kitchen. “Miss Ginny Larson is here for an interview?”

Logan stepped back. “Show her into the banquet room. Ask her what she wants to drink.”

I smoothed my hands down dress. It was a poplin material that was structured but flowed around my waist. “That’s my cue.”

“You can have a lunch meeting.” Logan casually gestured at the kitchen, like there weren’t seven chefs running around with quick efficiency, and he had all the time in the world to cook for us. “I’ll walk you over.”

I followed Logan, a little sorry I couldn’t drag him into his office and have my way with him.

In the empty banquet room, a petite blond omega stood to the side. She wore a white button-down shirt, a gray blazer, and matching slacks paired with sensible pumps. She held a shiny black purse in front of her like a shield, and had a sweet, round face with big blue eyes.

“Chef Kahele, hi.” She nodded at Logan and looked at me. She reminded me of a bunny, scared and skittish. “Ms. Kahele, hi, nice to me you. I’m Ginny Larson.”

She stepped forward, with her hand outstretched.

I hid my wince, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Larson. But it’s still Ms. Sullivan.”

Her face fell. “I’m so sorry. The way Chef Kahele talks about you, I just assumed.”

I grinned, elbowing Logan lightly. “That’s nice to hear.”

“Nice save, Ginny.” Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m getting back to work. I’ll bring some lunch out in a little bit.”

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