Page 56 of Talk About… Secrets
“Only Drew would like it, but Beck would love this tie,” I said, glancing around. Then I found a shirt that would absolutely fit Cade, and a small mug I got for Spencer. Each one unique, a bit gaudy, but perfect.
“Now, someone feed this baby,” I groaned as I walked toward the counter. “I’m thinking that pasta sounds incredible. Maybe I’ll finally make it through a meal in one piece.”
Spencer
“Grace!” My voice echoed above the others. I’d kept my calm but it was gone now as I bolted from the car and raced inside the strange packhouse.
She said the packhouse had character, and it certainly did. I just never expected it to be a firehouse.
Drew walked out to greet us, face set in a strained smile.
“She’s not home.”
My entire body deflated to the point I stumbled. Drew’s eyebrows scrunched as he dove for me, keeping me upright.
“She’s not here?” I repeated, voice breaking.
It smelled like her in here. Hell, he smelled like her.
“Grace went out with friends. I didn’t think you were coming back yet?” he asked. “Everything work out?”
“It’s all wrapped. Though, with complications,” Beck admitted as he walked in, looking equally as haggard.
This separation was hell. I felt sick half the time and knowing we likely caused the same for Grace was breaking me more.
“Yeah, he blackmailed the board,” Cade snorted.
“Not yet,” Beck admitted with a shrug. “But we released to the press we found an omega. We may need to post about her on our socials so they back off more.”
“She won’t mind. But she didn’t say when she’d be back. May as well unload your stuff and clean up,” he offered.
“Our movers will be here tomorrow,” Spencer sighed. “Tell me we have beds?”
“Grace’s bed,” he shrugged and gestured to the fairly empty living room. “It’s that or the couch.”
Beck and I dropped down but Cade was lighting up as he looked around, taking in the mix of old and new in this firehouse turned packhouse.
The tall ceilings and open spaces had a lot of potential. I didn’t expect to be excited about physical labor, but renovations would be a good way to throw ourselves into our new life.
“She’s a genius. This building is fucking great,” Cade hummed as he stared at each empty space with a narrow-eyed intensity that meant he was painting a picture in his mind of all the things he wanted to put there.
“Would it be wrong to go find her?” Beck asked, glancing at Drew. Then his eyes narrowed and the alpha was across the room and shoving Drew into the wall. Drew’s growl was equally as menacing.
Cade and I shared a look before I launched myself over the back of the couch and tried to send as many soothing vibes as I could to the alphas.
“What is that?”
Drew smirked at Beck’s accusation and pulled his collar down to reveal the bite mark on his collarbone.
“It’s my mate marking me,” he said.
“Fuck,” Cade growled, turning and walking outside. He wasn’t usually quick to upset and I wanted to go after him but leaving the angry alphas wouldn’t be a good thing.
“Look, it’s not my fault we connected and she felt ready,” Drew said, his voice calm now. “Don’t project your anger on me. I’ve been the one keeping our omega safe and healthy while you handled your shit. You should be fucking thanking me.”
Beck’s nostrils were flaring, vein in his neck bulging, but he shoved off of Drew and stalked outside, leaving me stunned and Drew huffing out a laugh and straightening his clothes.
“He’s not really angry with you, he’s mad at himself,” I said before going after them. To my shock, Drew followed us outside.
