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So I could come right back to Wes.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Grace
The door of my hospital room burst open. A tall and curvy teenage girl with a nose ring, winged eyeliner, a black dress, and platform shoes sauntered in. “Fuck of the morning, bitches.”
“Hi, Ri, I wasn’t expecting you.” Wes zipped up the bag.
Me neither, but I was excited to meet Evan’s littlest sister.
“Spence had an outdoor business meeting, and Bren and Jett are busy doing married-people things, so you fuckers get to hangwith me.” She grinned and held out her light brown hands in a pose. Her nails had tiny bats on them.
“Bren and Jett are on abike ride,” Evan corrected, coming in. “Spence is golfing. Sorry we’re late. Mrs. Beekman showed up bright and early and threw everything off.”
“Did we pass?” I asked. Evan had mentioned that she might visit to make sure their house was acceptable.
“She loved the wayIdecorated your room,” Riley told me. She looked me up and down. “You’re Grace? Fucking shit, Wes.”
I’d put on actual clothes today. I’d been wearing Wes’ shirts and yoga pants most of the time. But today I had on a green shirtdress and slip-ons with peacheson them. The dress was so soft and flowy with no tags. It wasn’t itchy and hadpockets.
Wes grinned and waggled his eyebrows at me. “I know, right?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “You must be Evan’s little sister?”
“What if I’m not?” She gave me a sly look.
“We could pretend. Or leave them and get iced coffees?” I offered.
“Boys are stupid.” She nodded.
“Peaches.” Evan gave me a kiss and a bear hug.
“Evan.” I buried my face in his shirt.
“Get a room, ew,” Riley said.
Was the appropriate response to apologize or kiss him harder? Evan tipped up my face and kissed me. Riley scratched her nose with her middle finger.
“Got you.” Wes scooped me in his arms and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Let’s go home.”
Evan took my things from me, and Wes carried me out the door and down the hall.
I leaned into him. “Shouldn’t I be in a wheelchair?”
“Why, when you have a perfectly good alpha to carry you?” Wes grinned.
“You’re impossible.” I felt ridiculous.The nurses grinned and waved as we left.
“You know you love it,” Evan replied.
I sort of did. After years of caring for others, or trying to be on my own, it felt nice to have someone take care of me.
“Front,” Riley called as we got to a black 4x4.
She climbed into the front with Evan. Wes and I got in the back. We drove, and I leaned into Wes.
“Um, where are we going?” Riley’s face pressed against the window.
