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Usually, companies think they’re going to be pitching to us, but that’s not the case. We want them to cater to our clients’ needs, and we have a suggestion box on our website for what they’d like to see from us.
I’m sure that some of what Remy is suggesting is coming from there.
“So what do you have for me?” he asks, smirking.
It’s fun to throw these people off their game, force them to work harder, or come up with something exclusively for us. They all take turns replying to Remy, and together, we work through their suggestions.
Honestly, there’s no way we could do this at home. Not because Hollis doesn’t understand, she does. We just wouldn’t be able to concentrate with her scent surrounding us. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how addicting she is.
I also will never take her health for granted either.
Before I know it, we’re driving through the gates of our property, and I see that Nova is home. Her van is the only one in her little driveway, and since Hollis was picked up this morning by her new driver, so is hers.
I’m not sure if she’s there, so I glance at Felix.
“She’s home,” he says, checking his phone.
We decided as a pack to be psychotic and inject a tracker in her ass while she was sleeping. She hasn’t noticed, but Felix’s leading questions are going to get us all caught since we haven’t told her yet.
Just because we’re upstanding citizens, doesn’t mean that we won’t do what we need to be sure she’s safe. There have been too many close calls.
Malcolm parks while we all get out, and I smile when I find a note just inside the front door to the house telling Remy to go find her.
“I fucking love her,” he chuckles, jogging upstairs to her nest.
Turning over the paper, my brow wrinkles.
“You little shit starter,” I curse.
“What?” Felix asks. “Is this about why she was at the hospital today?”
“She had a check up,” Malcolm reminds him. “It’s really creepy that you track her movements.”
“I watch you too,” Felix chuckles. “It’s part of my charm.”
Eyes rolling, I shake my head. “We have to convince Nova to leave her house. Hollis ordered a mattress for her and she wants it to be a surprise.”
Malcolm growls under his breath, but pulls his phone out of his pocket to dial someone.
“Lars, get your ass out here and take Nova to dinner,” he says. “I don’t fucking care where as long as you treat her right and keep her out until…”
“Eight at least,” I murmur.
“Eight thirty,” Malcolm amends.
He listens for a moment before shaking his head. “Sister prerogative. Hollis needs this,” he grunts.
I guess Lars agrees, because Malcolm hangs up a moment later.
“That was smooth,” Felix chuckles.
“Well, it worked,” Malcolm sighs. “It also reminds me that I need to call my little sister. I want to make sure she’s okay. The rest of the family can go to Hell in a hand basket.”
“Remember our fathers weren’t involved in this,” Felix says. “It’s a really fucked up situation.”
“It’s hard to imagine that our families really feel like this about us,” I murmur, walking to the living room to sit.
Hollis gave the furniture company Malcolm’s number to call for any issues that come up so she can be happily railed by Remy. Smirking, I shrug. I’d much rather this be my life than deal with bigoted family members.
