Page 25 of Dream Girl
Everything swam as I stood, then washed my hands. I stumbled and fell right into Wes.
“I've got you.” Wes pressed me to his muscular chest.
“I don’t feel well.” It was almost a sob as my knees sagged.
His chest rumbled, and a warm feeling washed over me, like a hot bath. Suddenly, it stopped.
“I… I’m sorry, Evan,” he whispered.
“Stop it. Don’t apologize for doing what you’re meant to do. Purr for our girl. Shit, both of you need therapy, a good railing, and ice cream,” Evan replied, wrapping his arms around both of us.
“You think therapy, a good railing, and ice cream cures everything,” Wes retorted.
My eyes closed. “Can you do that rumbly thing again? Please?”
“I’m going to make you some more tea and find some medicine. Food should be here soon,” Evan said. “Go comfort her, dammit. Or I’ll take her to my room, purr for her, and not let you in.”
Wes picked me up and hauled me onto the couch with him. “You like that? I always used to purr for you. It's something an alpha only does for very special people.”
I’d been special to him once? That hurt my heart. I was pretty sure that for much of my life I hadn’t been special to anyone.
“I’ve got you. You’re here and I’ve got you,” he told me. Covering me with a blanket, his chest rumbled again, sweeping away all of the pain and nausea. I was content. Loved. Like I’d been once, a very long time ago.
Chapter Eight
Evan
“I’m going to take her upstairs,” Wes told me, our food finished. We hadn’t gotten Grace to eat, but she’d had some tea and now slept on top of him.
“Should I come up or do you want some alone time with her? I’m fine with either.” I cleared off the coffee table. She did better when sleeping on his bare chest.
As she should. I slept better with one of my alphas, too.
“If it’s all right with you, I’d like you to stay with me. But I’m sure Brennan would be more fun.” Wes scooped her up in his arms, careful of all her bruises. “I’m worried. Shouldn’t she be at the hospital?”
“We should take her in the morning if she keeps vomiting. But we’re going to have to be careful, get our story straight, and hope that anything she says that’s out of the ordinary is taken for disorientation,” I replied. We didn’t need her institutionalized, or worse, becoming a government science project.
Wes nodded. “Her not having a record is going to be a problem. Not just if she has to go to the hospital, but if she stays for any length of time.”
She couldn’t get a job, have a bank account, go to the doctor, or do any number of things if she didn’t exist. That… now that I could fix. I kicked myself for not thinking of it hours ago as a preventative measure, even if she didn’t stay for long–assuming she could even get back.
Or wanted to.
Parallel world. Shit. If I hadn’t been friends with Spencer my entire life, I wouldn’t believe it. She somehow crossed the universe to be with my mate. So fucking romantic.
Weswaspretty special. Hopefully, she’d think I was too.
“I’ll be up soon.” I gave him a kiss, then stroked Grace’s soft, blonde hair, and took the dishes and garbage into the kitchen. After I cleaned up, I headed upstairs.
The two upper floors were a series of suites, with a few shared spaces. On the second floor, Brennan and Jett shared a suite. Spencer also had one. There was a library and an open space with a piano where I often found Brennan when he had a bad day.
Up on the third floor, I walked past a big open area with a sunken living room and the sunroom with a giant bay window where sometimes Wes liked to sketch. Usually I slept in Wes’room, which was on the other side of the sunroom–or with Brennan and Jett. But I had my very own suite, with a lounge where Jett and I often retreated to watch the moviesweliked and a desk where I could do some work, and my bedroom, and my nest, where out of respect, no one entered without my permission, and a giant bathroom and closet.
In my suite, I booted up my work laptop and got my headset, checking the time on my phone. She should still be up. I sent her a text.
Me
Calling you. I have a job.
