Page 67 of Where There's Smoke
“It wasonemistake…”
Elliot raised a brow. “What about the time you put the wrong detergent in the dishwasher and flooded the place with bubbles? Dish soap and dishwasher soap are totally different.”
“You didn’t!” I gasped, turning to Fitz with a gleeful smile. He nodded, his ears going slightly pink as he rolled his lips between his teeth, reaching for his water to hide his face.
“How was I supposed to know!” Fitz laughed. “It said it was for washing dishes.”
“In the sink!” Samson laughed.
“Oh, honey.” I patted Fitz’s hand from across the booth, offering a sympathetic smile. “You live, you learn. Now, does someone want to tell me why our server switched? What did I miss?”
It was quiet for way too long before Elliot sighed and shook his head. He leaned back in the booth, putting an arm on the back, and faced me while Fitz and Samson looked uncomfortable across from us.
“Remember the scent conversation?” Elliot asked.
“Yes.” I nodded, looking between the three alphas. They all seemed a touch on edge, that slight twinge to their scents peaking for just a moment.
“Well, that young alpha was eyeing you a bit too long, and his scent flared a touch.”
Realization started to hit me, and now Fitz was patting my hand as he smiled pointedly at me.
“Sorry, firecracker, but none of us are going to let some random alpha ogle you like that. Just ain’t gonna happen.” My mouth dropped. Ogled me? What? “As far as we’re concerned, any alpha who looks at you like that needs to shove off.”
“And fast,” Samson added.
I was shocked, unable to think of what to say, and then I cast a studious glance at all of the men surrounding me. They were feeling protective—overme. It shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, but there was something about Pack Wilder’s attention and the way they felt so possessive over me, a former beta or unpresented omega that no one looked twice at, that had my cheeks flushing.
“I see. Well”—I nodded, keeping my voice low—“I guess, thank you for looking out for me.”
“Anytime, precious.” Elliot reached down and squeezed my shoulder. “And I do meananytime.”
Blood rushed through my cheeks, hot and quick, and I was very eager to dive into my food now.
Chapter 32
Fitz
As I approached Melody’s room—or the one she’d been using since she arrived—I heard the distinct sound of the shower running. My cheek lifted in a smirk as I slipped inside and crept into the bathroom. In the shower, behind the wavy glass that unfortunately kept her perfect body blurry, Melody was scrubbing away at her hair, humming idly.
Even this little glimpse was enough to make me hard, my knot pulsing.
“Hello, firecracker.”
“Ah!” she yelped, turning with her hands up. “What are you doing?!”
“I thought I’d come say hi.” I walked a bit closer, trying to make out anything I could through the glass as my cock demanded more of a look. “And check out the view.”
Melody grumbled, the shower water pattering against the floor and walls. “You scared the hell out of me. I’m trying to take a shower. Shoo!”
“Shoo? But who’ll be here to hold out your towel for you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall.
I wasn’t going to bug hertoomuch, but I’d take every moment I could get of seeing my sweet girl. Melody was naked behind that glass, and there was nothing that could keep me from remembering that. God, I wanted her. The thought of bending her over the ledge in there was damn hard to resist, especially as I remembered all the fun from her heat.
“Fitz! A tiny bit of privacy, please!” Melody faced me in the shower, watching through the blurry glass as I didn’t move. “You bum. You’re gonna get it now.”
I didn’t know what she meant by that, but the internal question was answered quickly enough when the door pushed open a smidge and a shampoo bottle came flying out at me. It hit me in the arms and stomach, then clattered to the ground. I grunted through a laugh before backing up with my hands raised in surrender.
“Fine! Fine! I’ll wait in the bedroom.”
