Page 44 of Dream Girl
“Hey, Babe.” I pulled him to me, relishing in the comfort, the warmth, of the person I loved most. “This has been a shit day.”
“I know. Bren can be such a dick sometimes.” Evan sighed, nuzzling me, giving me a hit of lemonade and calming omega pheromones, peaches clinging to him. “This is going to be shitty.I hope they don’t remove Grace from us because of his fuckery. That’s not what she needs right now.”
“She needs to nap on your chest in a pile of blankets?” My head tilted.
“Preferably with you in it. She needsyou.” He held me tighter. “I’m fucking serious. She needs you. Your cuddles. Your care. Your love. She probably could use your knot.”
I frowned.
“If you’re not ready, fine. But please believe me when I say that I don’t care if you fuck her. I want to fuck her when she’s ready for me.”
There was no lie in his statement.
“I believe you. Thank you.” Leaning in, I gave him a kiss. “I don’t feel her. That’s bad, right? The detectives made me feel like shit over it.”
What I needed was to drag him into my bed.
“She has a concussion. Maybe that’s why you’ve had a headache.” He rubbed the back of my neck.
Oh. That made sense. “When her concussion’s better, I’ll feel her?”
Did I want to feel her? Maybe. I was so confused about all of this. I knew in theory that you could love more than one person. After all, Brennan loved JettandEvan. Evan loved Jett, Brennan,andme. But I hadn’t grown up with multiple parents. Could I? Should I?
“Probably. You should buy her a big fluffy blanket in emerald green and bring it to her along with a container of cookie dough ice cream,” Evan suggested.
“Why?” It seemed like there were a million other things I should be doing right now. Presents could wait.
“Your mate’s in the hospital, Babe. I got her balloons and brought her things, but you should bring her something,” he told me.
“Right. But I don’t even have a car here.” Ice cream would be nice, but there had to be something she’d like more than a blanket. I’d just brought Evan his favorite snacks and some books when he was in the hospital.
Brennan strode into the hospital waiting room like he owned the place, still dressed for work in an expensive suit.
Wait, he sort of did own the place, given his family’s name was on the wall.
I scowled. “What do you want?”
“We need to go. Jett’s waiting in the car.” His look was all business as his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere with you, asshole,” I retorted.
“I’m trying to protect the pack and Evan,” Brennan parried.
“I can speak for myself,” Evan interjected. “This is a mess, Bren. The entire pack can be investigated for this.”
Brennan winced. “I know.” He drew Evan to him. “I’m sorry, Love.”
Evan leaned his head on Brennan’s shoulder. “I know. But I’m tired of being used as an excuse for you two to be assholes.”
At first, when Brennan was interested in Evan, I’d thought I’d be jealous ofmyomega being with someone else. But now it was a comfort knowing that someone was always there for him–and we were all there for each other. It’s not like I hadn’t known Brennan since high school, and Jett and I had a lot of common interests.
I was still pissed at Brennan.
“Don’t I get an apology? I’m the one who could go tojail.” My arms crossed over my chest, and I scowled at him.
“Fine. I’m sorry I caused all this. But I’m not giving you a kiss,” Brennan told me. “Now get in the car.”
“We can’t leave Grace alone,” I retorted, not wanting to go anywhere with him–or leave.
