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“I was protecting our omega.” I scraped the last bit of mousse out of the bowl.
“Achair?” The officer’s eyebrows rose.
“What? That’s a thing you do. Oh, his gun’s on the table.” I frowned at the empty bowl.
“A man with a gun charges your omega, and you think it’s a good idea for you, the smallest person at the table, a tablewith a police officer,to hit him with a chair?” The officer stared at me.
“She’s a gamma, they’re wired weird.” Jett joined us. “Anything else, Officer?”
“I’ll call you if there is.” He studied me. “Let’s not hit shooters with chairs.”
“Sorry, next time I’ll be armed.” I scowled at him then turned to Wes. “Wes, I need a thigh holster.”
Jett laughed as the officer left.
“How do we un-fuck her danger response? I almost had a heart attack.” Brennan looked worried.
“It’s not weird,” I retorted.
He raked a hand through his hair. “For you. But for everyone else in the room, it was.”
“I’m not going to flee or hide or wait for some alpha to protect someone I love when I’m capable of doing it.” I scowled at Brennan.
Brennan nodded. “I understand completely. Thank you for protecting Evan. That doesn’t mean it was easy to watch.”
“No. It wasn’t,” Wes agreed.
“It was pretty efficient,” Jett replied. “You’re fast.”
Evan pulled me off of Wes’ lap and kissed me, rubbing his erection against me. “I’m happy you care that much for me, Peaches. Sorry he tried to ruin your birthday dinner. We’ve trained for stuff like this at work. But I never expected it to happen–especially outside the workplace.”
Warmth spread through me. “You can make it up to me tonight.”
“Oh, I will.” His hand cupped my ass. Wes came up behind me.
“At least everyone is safe,” Spencer said. “I’ve settled the bill. Should we go home? I think we’ve outstayed our welcome.”
Desire pooled between my thighs, and I looked up at Wes. “Alpha, take us home.”
Chapter Forty-Nine
Brennan
Istared at the ceiling of the room Jett and I shared, which was illuminated only by the alarm clock on the nightstand. Sleep escaped me as Jett slept soundly, curled into me. My bond with Evan was quiet. Now. It hadn’t been for most of the night.
Evan and I had a long talk, and I think he’d be okay. While I knew he loved his job, every alpha instinct inside me wantedme to demand that he quit and stay where I could see him at all times.
That, of course, wouldn’t go over well. Also, I’d never actually do it.
But the alpha in me wanted to.
Before I could physically reassure my omega when we got back home, he’d started doing shots with Grace in the kitchen. She’d eaten a lot of sugar while we were being questioned, and all I could think of was that she burned a shit-ton of energy and needed to replenish it, and, well, it was also probably the shock of a gunman trying to hurt Evan.
Finally, Wes hauled the both of them off to his room, and I’d felt them all go for alongtime.
Part of me wanted Evan here, under me–not with them. But I’d seen Grace’s face. She probably needed him. After all, this was herbirthday.
Sighing, I changed positions, willing myself to sleep.
