Page 30 of Dream Girl
“Oh. Hello.” Spencer entered the kitchen, dressed for work in his favorite suit, barefoot, and smelling like well-oiled leather. His eyes fell on Grace. “You must be Dr. Ellington. I’m Spencer Thanukos, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Um, hi. I’m Grace.” Grace’s expression was priceless as she took him in.
Spencer was handsome in a distinguished, Mediterranean, alpha gentleman billionaire sort of way, complete with olive skin, a little bit of grey in his dark hair, striking grey-brown eyes, and hint of a Greek accent. He was a few years older than me, and I’d known him my entire life.
His head cocked. “You don’t belong here.”
What the fuck? He didn’t say it meanly, but I still gave Spencer a sharp look as he put the kettle on.
Grace drooped. “You’re right. I don’t. I’ll go.”
“Grace, you and Wes have a lot to figure out. Maybe you’re still a thing, maybe not. I’m here for both of you, either way.” I wanted, no, needed, for her to stay.
“Grace and Wes areexes? I’m not okay with this. Neither is Spence. She goes, now, Evan,” Brennan demanded.
His tone and the anger in our bond made me bristle.
“Just because she doesn’t belong here doesn’t mean she has to leave.” Spencer walked around her in a predatory manner, like she was a tasty little morsel.
Okay, she was. A tiny little snack-sized candy bar.
“I should. Eventually, I’ll have to go home. I already messed everything up for him once, I don’t want to do it again. I’m not a home-wrecker.” She winced, her scent going bitter.
I brought her to my chest, protecting her from the alphas in the kitchen. “Grace, Peaches, stop worrying about me. I’ll say something if you cross a line. Like I said before, you and Wes have a lot to work out–and I’mokaywith that and aware it will include kissing and then some.”
Wes’ knot would make it all better.
“How did you get here, my good doctor?” Spencer took tea down from the cupboard, and a cup, and poured hot water into it.
“She came from the Center, Spence, remember?” Brennan snapped.
Grace met his gaze, and it was almost like an unspoken conversation passed between them.
“I… I don’t know. The memories are blurry beyond being chased and waking up in the park.” She flinched.
I hadn’t mentioned Grace’s potential interdimensional traveler status to Spencer yet. But if anyone could take one look at her and tell, it would be him.
“I see. There are ramifications if you can successfully accomplish this at will,” Spencer replied.
“How did you know?” She looked at me. I shook my head.
“You still smell a bit like neutrons.” He handed the cup to Grace. “Drink this. Eat what you can, then go back to sleep–or at least rest.”
“Yes, sir.” Her chest trembled a little.
“Someone should see to those bruises. I’m off to work. I’ll be late tonight.” Spencer gave her a pleased, almost smug, look, slipped on his shoes, then left through the garage.
Now Spencer, oh, she could call himsir.He actually preferredDaddy.Hmm, I could be okay with that. He was a good guy. Spencer wasn’t with anyone in the pack and hadn’t had a partner in ages.
“What the fuck was that? I’m so confused. If that man wasn’t a fucking genius…” Brennan glared, pheromones pouring out as he tried to overwhelm Grace with his alphaness without actually posturing. “Who sent you? We don’t negotiate with exes.”
“I don’t negotiate with assholes.” With a scowl, she plopped down at the table and gingerly sipped her tea.
“What’s going on here?” Wes joined us, in jeans and a T-shirt, feet bare, fresh laundry scent flaring with concern.
“Grace is your ex, and you didn’t think to mention it?” Brennan growled.
“Don’t growl at me.” Wes flipped him off and picked up the cup of coffee on the counter I’d poured for Grace. “I feel like shit.”
