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“They’re good to you,” Lars says, though it’s not a question.
“It’s nice that Pack Ledger checks on me when I’m supposed to be somewhere or do something and I’m not there. My clients all worry. There’s not much I can do about protective alphas when I’m driving so often,” I say, shrugging.
“You collect people,” Tyde purrs, picking me up. The smooth weight of my curls slides over my shoulder as I snuggle against him, refusing to remind him that I can walk just fine. “We bothwon’t fit on that tiny couch. I keep wanting to redo this room and never get to it.”
He walks out of the day room and into the living room without a word to Caleb and Lars, and they both find themselves following us like lost puppies.
Remember you don’t need to apologize to them, Tyde whispers through the bond.You’ve done nothing wrong.
Other than exist, that is.
Tyde growls in annoyance, making me sigh.
“Why does it feel like there’s a secret conversation happening?” Lars asks, watching as Tyde folds himself onto the couch with me between his legs again.
I really like how safe it makes me feel. His entire body surrounds me this way.
“No idea what you mean,” I say, playing dumb. “This is just what bonds look like. Some things don’t need to be spoken out loud.”
“Rude, but okay,” Lars says, moving to sit in one of the chairs. “Did you send your sister after us, Princess?”
Wrinkling my nose, I shake my head. “No one sends Hollis to do anything. Even I know that.”
“Fair enough,” he says. “She came into Caleb’s bar with a bat.”
Caleb shrugs as he sits in the other wing chair, getting comfortable.
“We deserved it. Hollis has a flair with her words that manages to kick an alpha in the knot,” Caleb adds.
“So you’re back because she shamed you?” Tyde asks. “I don’t know if I want you in my home if you’re not here for the right reasons.”
Burn. Tyde is smug as he chuckles under his breath at my thought as I melt against him.
“Hollis may have been right, but we always planned to come back,” Caleb sighs. “Honestly, we shouldn’t have left at all in hindsight. As overwhelmed as we were, it’s probably worse for you.”
“I had time to think,” I say. “A lot of time.”
“This is bad, right?” Lars asks, swallowing hard.
“Not necessarily. Tyde and I hung out, he detangled my hair, and I’ve been working on my business,” I explain.
“Have you eaten yet?” Caleb asks, frowning.
“I have. Tyde has a pasta bake in the oven too for dinner,” I say. “I go back to work in two days.”
“So do I,” Tyde sighs. “Well, it’ll be midnight when I start, but still. The scheduler decided to change my hours.”
“That sucks,” I murmur. “What time do you get off?”
He smirks down at me as I blush, realizing how that sounds.
“Five in the afternoon. I’m working a double,” he grunts. “I’ll get you keys so you can come and go as you please.”
“I’m trying really hard not to feel jealous of how cozy you two look,” Caleb grumbles.
“You left,” Tyde says. “I got to hang out with her for a few hours alone so thanks for that. Please continue to fuck up.”
“I’m not a chew toy,” I mutter.
