Page 15 of Dream Girl
“Okay, which research plaza? Redstone?” I asked. It could be the Spaceplex. Jett could probably break into her place.
She frowned, then sighed, rubbing her head. “Why can’t I remember anything useful?”
The look on Jett’s face said it all. Yeah, there was something about her.
“This is Jett.” I grinned. “Jett, this is, well, I’ve been calling herPeaches.”
A haunted look crossed her face, and her scent grew a tad salty. “Fade used to call me that.”
“Is that okay if I call you that?”
She shrugged. “It’s better thanhey you.”
“You’re okay with coming home with me for now?” I added. Something in me needed her to come home with us.
Part of me would be sad if she didn’t come with us, because I felt an instant connection with her. Hopefully, one of my alphas felt the same way…
…and she didn’t have a decent alpha who was looking for her. Okay, I should hope she had a decent alpha looking for her. Selfishly I wanted to keep her even though I knew nothing about her.
“I’m worried that they’ll come after me. I can’t even see their faces.” She rubbed her temples. Her nails were sport-length and painted pale pink.
I held out my hand, desperate to touch her. “Come on, a movie and some food will make you feel better.”
Chapter Six
Wes
“Anyone home?” I called from the empty kitchen as I entered from the garage, putting my shoes on the rack. Jett and Brennan didn’t like shoes in the house. We had another rack by the front door, too.
My phone rang, and I ignored it. I didn’t want to talk to my sister. Whatever girl she found wasn’t my Grace. My Grace didn’t exist.
If she did, somehow, somewhere, my heart simply couldn’t take it.
“In here,” Evan called from the living room. “We have company.”
Company? We didn’t entertain much. Hopefully, it wasn’t my sister.
I stopped in my tracks as the scent of peaches hit me like a brick wall. My dick hardened instantly as my brain froze. A little blonde sat curled into Evan on the couch, with Jett on Evan’s other side. The remains of dinner lay on the coffee table.
Evan looked over at me. I ducked back into the kitchen. Emotions bombarded me as I put a hand on the wall trying to settle myself.
“Babe, are you okay?” Evan came up behind me.
Fucking shit, my sister was right.
Grace was here.
And real.
“Why is Grace Ellington in the living room?” I shook. Turning, I held onto my omega so I wouldn’t run to her.
What the fuck did I even do?
While I wasn’t a small alpha, Evan was bigger than me, and a little taller. Closing my eyes, I grounded myself in his lemonade scent, as my headache grew worse.
“Didn’t you see the group chat? Jane Doe ended up at the Center with amnesia and a concussion so I brought her home. Is your headache any better?” He rubbed the back of my skull. “Um, did you say that her name isGrace?”
“Yeah. Lexi called me about her, but I didn’t know it was actually her–or that Lexi dropped her off at your Center. Fuck. I need a drink.” Stepping away from him, I walked straight to the bar cart, ignoring the confusion coming through our bond. Grabbing a bottle of Brennan’s good bourbon, I poured myself aglass. "Wait, why did you bring herhome?Did my sister put you up to it?”
