Page 182 of Dream Girl
“You’re welcome.” I handed her the mug. She took a sip and made a happy noise.
Grace held up the mug. “This is perfect. I’ll be down in a bit. Anything else on the agenda today that you know of?”
“I think today was meant to be relaxed–a leisurely breakfast on the patio. Maybe a nice walk or some fishing on the dock. Or even cuddling and watching a movie while eating popcorn.” The little cuddle alcove in the living room was one of my favorite spots.
She nodded as she sipped her coffee. “Those sound amazing.”
I gave her a kiss, then went back downstairs to start breakfast, making more coffee, moving the platter of treats onto the patio table, and getting everything set.
Evan came downstairs first, wearing only shorts, as I was frying bacon.
“Nothing is sexier than an alpha cooking.” Evan put his arm around my waist and hummed.
“Careful. You’re not wearing a shirt, and frying bacon shirtless is not recommended,” I warned, giving him a quick kiss.
“Grace will be down shortly. Spencer sent me a picture of the new door from her room to the bathroom. I also got the full dance report from Riley,” he said. “And fifty million texts from Brennan. I assured him that we were fine. Jett won his match, too.”
“Glad everything is okay back home. Last night.” I inhaled and grinned. “Mmmm. You touched her just right last night. That taste, that smell…” I growled, lining a plate with a paper towel to put the bacon on, remembering the scents she made. My mouth watered at the thought.
“I know. Close but not quite. It makes me wonder, though, about her world. Are there basically a whole lot of omegas who have no idea what they are because something is missing to trigger that biology? Or maybe omegas from her world don’t need knots so they don’t stand out?” Evan frowned as he got juice from the fridge.
I thought for a moment. “Maybe.”
“It could be a good thing parallel world travel isn’t a thing, because could you imagine a world being invaded for their omegas–or her world invading ours for our alphas?” Evan added.
“That’s a scary thought. Also, resources. Or land. Or using another world as a prison colony. Or conquering a new world because you messed up the old one.” I used tongs to take the bacon out of the pan.
“That’s why Spencer doesn’t want me to try to go home. I… I don’t want to.” Grace padded into the kitchen, wearing one of those T-shirt dresses she favored. Something about pockets, not that I understood why pockets were so exciting.
“Because you’re going to steal our alphas and take them back to your knotless world?” Evan filled the juice glasses.
“Remember when Riley joked about hacking the universe and we were likeYeah, no, let’s not piss off whoever’s in charge?Spence believes that parallel world travel is regulated and that me intentionally figuring out how to return home could garner their attention, and we might not want that.” Grace snuggled into me and stole some bacon. “He’s afraid that they’ll come after me because I shouldn’t be here.”
“Why does he even know these things?”
Evan nodded. “That’s a very Spencer thought. I’m so glad you want to stay here. After all, we have knots here.”
“And tasty-smelling people.” Grace pressed her nose into Evan’s side and giggled. “Why are we talking about parallel worlds?”
“We were actually talking about your biology in the context of your world. It reinforces my previous theory about your world having designations to some extent but not necessarily in the full way they do here,” I said as I chopped vegetables for the scramble.
“Oh.” Grace stole another piece of bacon, then grabbed a tomato and began chopping.
Evan chopped a pepper. “I’m curious how you’d react to alpha rut pheromones. For me, I get all relaxed and buzzy, and my body is like,Take me, Alpha, I’m yours.”
“Oh. That could be fun to try. It felt so good when you ate me with such… fervor.” She chuckled.
I stole a kiss. “I can get a little overzealous. But my alpha instincts wouldn’t actually let me hurt you, oneowor whimper and I’d be making it better.”
“Next thing you know, I’m going to actually find this world's Grace, right?” She grinned. “She’s just called something else.”
“No one can come close to you, Peaches.” I kissed the top of her head. I was pretty sure that there was no other version of her here, or anywhere else. She was one of a kind.
Evan pressed a kiss to her temple. “Exactly.”
Chapter Fifty-Four
Spencer
