Page 67 of Dream Mates
As attracted as I was to Evan, I still had some initial fear because he was an omega and Brennan and I were newly married. But, we’d talked it out, taken time for each other, and eventually found our rhythm. They would too.
If theytalkedto each other.
Wes nodded. “That’s a good idea. I… I guess I’m not really mad that she’s with Spencer. I’m just jealous that he was there and I wasn’t.”
“Then be there for hernow.Now comes the really tough shit. This is her world now, and you need to help her through all the adjusting,” I stated.
“True.” He sighed. “I’m just so relieved she’s back. For a moment there I thought that I’d never see her again.”
“We all did. Hey, why don’t you take her out tonight? Just you and her. Spend some time together. Reconnect.” I wasn’t sure if they’d actually talked since she’d come back.
Wes huffed. “Like Spence will let me drive his car.”
“Take the boat, dumbass. Make a reservation at one of the places on the other side of the lake. Be all romantic and shit. Talk. Do more than just cuddle and fuck,” I offered.
“Oh. That sounds nice.” He went quiet. “I really haven’t had her to myself to just talk.”
“Then do that. Carve out some standing time for just the two of you. Maybe Thursdays, since that’s Evan’s night with Riley?Even if you don’t go on a date, you can still watch a movie or sit in the hot tub or something?” I suggested. “Bren and I schedule regular time for each other.”
He rubbed his chin. “That’s a good idea. I still have shit to deal with, don’t I?”
“Yeah, and so does she. But you’re mates, so you’ll work through that shit together. Be there for each other.” I made a face. “When did I become a marriage counselor? Evan’s the fucking social worker.”
“Evan’s biased. You’re not.” Wes smiled. “Thank you.”
I clapped him on the back. “Anytime. Now, we should walk faster and catch up.”
Chapter Seventeen
Wes
“Grace, are you almost ready?” I called, knocking on the closed door of her room at the cabin.
“Five minutes,” Riley called with a giggle.
“Sure, I’ll wait downstairs.” Straightening my tie, I walked past Spencer, who was standing in the doorway to his room, and went downstairs to the living room.
Spencer followed. “Wes, are you avoiding me?”
Yes.I plopped down on the couch and gave him a look. “Maybe?”
“I overstepped, didn’t I? Apologies.” Stricken, he sunk into a chair.
“No, not really. I’m just being a jealous asshole,” I admitted quietly, not meeting his eyes.
“I see. Would you like me to step back? I should have waited longer for you two to settle in. I got carried away, I’m sorry.” His head bowed.
Spencer would, too. Which made me feel like an even bigger asshole.
“Thank you for being there when she was brought back, and for taking care of her.” It was difficult to say, but the truth.
Whatwouldhave happened if no one had been there? She’d beenunconscious.
“Of course. I’m sorry for not bringing her to you immediately. When she was lying there unconscious, it just brought back a lot and my alpha instincts to care for her just took over.” Spencer’s look went glum, and his scent went a little salty.
Now I was an even bigger asshole. Spencer had trauma too. Hisdadgot taken away by the same dudes and never came back. He seriously thought that Grace wasdead.
Not to mention, once upon a time, he had a mate. Who died. And he hadn’t been there. Losing your bonded mate was apparently a painful and traumatic experience because you felt it happen… then you didn’t feel them at all.
