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Holding out my phone, I provide the proof Quincy is alive and well.
“Now, back to my gifts. Do you think she’ll like them?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Quincy
The nest in the pack bedroom is incredible. When Ridge showed it to me, I almost shed a few tears. Which is solid confirmation that my hormones are completely unhinged.
I spend the day setting it up and trying to get everything just right.
I’m usually not too fussy about the aesthetics of a place I intend to nest. I used my walk-in closet when I was a teenager, and it was more than enough space. As an adult, I’ve never had an apartment that came outfitted with a nest, so I mostly made myself a bird’s nest contraption on top of my mattress.
It’s complicated.
The pack nest is spacious, with two separate areas. One is a cushioned bay window that looks out over the backyard. Gauzy curtains can be pulled to close the space in, but you’re still in front of a giant window. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I had an alpha or two to cuddle up with, but it’s too open at the moment to set my emotions at ease.
The main area of the nest is cozier.
It has three steps to get up to the walled-off area. The front has a huge curtain that can be pulled to close in the fourth wall.Most of the space is taken up by a bed that has to be bigger than a king. It has carpeted walkways around the bottom and both sides, and up by the head of the bed are two floor-to-ceiling cabinets. They have little end tables at bed height, but they’re all one piece.
I was pleasantly surprised to learn the cabinets were stocked with other necessities, like brand-new pillows and blankets. I’m not tall enough to check, but I think the top shelves even have replacement curtains and drapes. They’re opposite colors from the ones already in use, but I’m fine with the charcoal gray and salmon pink that are currently hanging around the room.
I’ve covered the nest mattress with so many different blankets that it gained an additional inch or two in height. Each piece has a different feel against my skin, and I buried the materials I like least at the bottom of the pile.
King-size pillows line the top of the mattress with throw pillows tossed in front to make it look a little fancier. In reality, I’ve done about all I can do, but it was a solid distraction.
If the pillows and blankets were saturated in the guys’ scents, it would probably be harder to force myself out of the room, but they’re not.
I can fix that, though.
I head out of the nest, through the pack bedroom, and go searching.
Ridge and Hartley seem to be getting along. They’ve mostly left me to my own devices, except when I popped in to ask them if they wanted any lunch. They came down, and Ridge made us sandwiches, but it has to be almost dinnertime.
The nursery door is open, and one of them has music playing on their phone. They talk in low voices about something, and my eyes widen as I peek around the corner. They’ve done so much, it’s almost hard to comprehend, but I don’t want to ruin the big reveal.
Closing my eyes, I step aside and lean against the wall. They’ve spent the better part of the day together, and neither of them is sporting any bruises.
God, I hope that’s a good sign.
Laughter fills the air, and I bite my lip. If they can make jokes, I’m hopeful that imagining a future with all three of them isn’t delusional.
I make it downstairs and run into Knox in the kitchen. I didn’t even realize he and Trigg were back. Only, Knox has a bag tossed over each shoulder.
“Hey, don’t eat,” he says, flashing a smile. “There’s takeout in my SUV. Trigg will bring it in.”
“Oh, I can come help if there’s a lot to carry in.” I let go of the refrigerator door handle and turn toward the garage.
“Nah, it’s cold as hell.” Knox backs away. “Seriously, don’t worry. Trigg can handle it.”
I frown.
That was weird, but okay.
I hoist myself up onto one of the uncomfortable barstools and wait. All three of them have fed me lately. I figured the least I could do would be to make dinner. It was a bit of a gamble, considering I had no idea what—if anything—Ridge had that could be cooked quickly.
Not even five minutes later, Trigg comes in. He’s damn sexy in his suit coat and that vest thingy guys wear under it. I’m so distracted by checking him out that I fail to hop up to help him tote the bags until he’s already close to the kitchen island.
