Page 54 of Pack Favero

Jerking my head around to look at him, eyeing his honey-blond hair that sits disheveled on top of his head, his pretty, light-blue eyes, and the upturn of his lips, I almost forget to breathe when I’m reminded for the billionth time how gorgeous he and his brother are. Not that I could ever forget. I mean, there are two of them, after all. It’s double the beauty that I don’t ever want to escape, the only difference between them being the single beauty spot beneath Ford’s left eye.

“I mean, what did you have in mind?” I wonder, intrigued by the idea, but not if it means spending anextortionate amount of money to make it happen. They already bought me a cellphone that cost far more than the one that shattered when we met, and that was way more than enough.

Mac rubs his hands along my legs, drawing my attention just as he explains. “We have a lake house an hour away from here. We like to get away every once in a while, but since we’re all working at different hours, it’s hard to find time as a family. Or, it was, until you slotted yourself beautifully into our dynamic. Pretty sure we haven’t all been home for dinner at the same time in a long while before you came along, starlight.”

I melt into Ford’s chest at that, blushing but also feeling incredibly special that these men have changed their dynamic just for me. It’s just yet another display that what we have is as real as it gets, that this is my pack now, and cements that not only am I falling in love with them, but that I’m already right there.

“Anyway,” Mac continues. “We thought, since we haven’t had a whole lot of time with you between work, we figured a weekend away might be nice.”

“What about Mom?” I ask, wanting to say yes but not wanting to skip a visit with the crazy woman. I already miss her enough through the week.

“I’ve got that covered, sweetheart. Well, Barnes and I do. We’re taking Mother Favero to the spa where she can have her hair done, maybe a face massage, and manicures and pedicures all around,” Lazarus informs, strolling into the room in navy slacks and a button down that teases the tanned skin of his bare chest.

Eyebrows raised, I nod slowly. “I mean, I know she’ll love that. She hasn’t had a pamper day since… I don’t actually remember.”

Laz winks before leaning in for a long, sipping kiss that melts me from the inside out, pulling back to whisper, “Then itwould be our honor if you’d allow us to spend some time with her, treat her a little. Since you’re so hellbent about not spending money on you, which we will at some point and you’re simply going to have to deal with it, then let us do the next best thing and spend it on the woman that gave us you.”

Well, shit, when he puts it that way, I can’t very well say no, now, can I?

Rolling my eyes, I change the topic instead. “Fine. But what about my class? The girls don’t have another trainer.”

“That’s where I step in, little lady,” Alek informs, tucking his cell into his pocket before dropping onto the couch. “I’m not the best gymnast, but I do know what I’m talking about when it comes to keeping fit. I can teach the girls some things about cardio or whatever for an hour. Or, failing that, they can teach me how to cartwheel without dislocating a hip.”

Laughing loudly, I grin over at him, sure I have hearts in my eyes. “You’d willing to hang out with a bunch of girls for an hour teaching them fitness?”

He shrugs. “Absolutely. I’d do anything for my omega. Plus, I’m roping Silver and Juno into it. So, if I fail at teaching like I always knew I would growing up, then they can step in while I supervise from the weights.”

He winks before his focus shifts to the television, and I slump into Ford’s hold with a bemused laugh, blowing out a breath that turns into raspberries. “I mean, I don’t have a reason to say no, then, do I?”

“Damn straight,” Ford snickers, kissing my shoulder where Alek’s shirt has slipped away.

“You’re going to love it, starlight. Trust us,” Mac promises, sending me a bashful grin that always seems to sucker me.

Nodding, I bite my lip as a bubble of excitement thrums through my veins. That is, until I realize pretty quickly that oneof my alphas hasn’t returned. “Wait, where’s Barnes?”

Laz looks away from the television to smile at me, resting casually in his armchair, and says, “Hm? Oh, packing you a weekend bag already.”

“But it’s Monday,” I counter, confused as to why he’d be packing my bag now when the weekend isn’t for another four days.

Alek snorts, muttering, “It’s a long weekend. You’re leaving tomorrow. Barnes managed to sneak you time off after the whole Professor Creep thing.”

My mouth pops open in surprise when I realise these batards planned this, my heart soaring and my lips forming a smile that won’t be tamed. Shaking my head at each of them and playfully glaring at Barnes when he comes in asking, “Which leggings would you prefer to take. These, or these? Or shall I just pack both?”

“You’re all lucky I’m woefully attached to you,” I mutter, causing them to laugh, practically feeling my heart expand five times the size it used to be, finding each piece stamped with the names of my alphas. My pack. The men I’m crazy in love with.

Chapter 18

Crawford

Soundly asleep in the back seat, wearing a borrowed sweater from Barnes and her usual gym shorts when she’s not dressed to perfection for work, Zira cuddles the blanket from the back of the couch, her nose pressed firmly into the material she claims smells like us all.

“Never thought a sleeping woman could look so cute before,” my brother jokes, turning back around from his seat after staring at the aforementioned cutie as she rests her eyes after an early rise from bed this morning.

Since she didn’t get to sleep until well into the early hours of the morning, Laz and Barnes keeping her very, very occupied if the sounds I could hear echoing down the damned hallway was anything to go by, it’s no wonder she fell asleep so soon into the journey to the lake house. She only managed to hear me explain we’d rather spend the opening day of our new tech store with her, at a quiet and peaceful location, with just nature for company, than heading to Tokyo again. Our team back there can handle it all, as they have done in the past. They don’t really need us there and, if there’s something they need a hand with, they can call the office. It’s about time Mac and I finally take some time away from growing an empire, and doing that with Zira is the best way to go about it.

“You’re telling me,” I agree, because Zira is many things, and a cute sleeper is definitely one of them.

Checking on her in the rear view mirror, I find her with her hood tucked over her messy waves of fiery hair, the blanket tucked against her face as she leans her head against the window, missing the scenery as it flies by. Her lips have formeda pout as she dreams, her cheek slightly squished by the blanket, emphasizing the fullness of her biteable lips.

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