Page 73 of Pack Scratch Fever
“What about Maddox, Poe, and Avery?”
Blair smirks. “Of course they’re stupid—they haven’t proposed to you yet. Actually, I have a feeling that’s moreyourdoing than theirs.”
“We’re not even dating, Blair,” I huff, but she grins.
“You’re right. Just fooling around in the back of a pet store.”
I blush at the reminder.
“Maybe tonight, you’ll be able to makemorememories like that,” Blair adds.
I chuckle.
The damn scratch itches.
It’s covered with a lavender bandage, which matches the low-cut flowy top I wear. The blouse shows off my modest cleavage well, and paired with light wash jeans, my confidence is through the roof.
I look good and I smell good, my Omega scent sweet but delicate.
You don’t deserve this,a small, ugly voice that sounds alotlike my mother says.What have you done to warrant a day off like this?
I swallow as I park my car in the driveway of the packhouse.
Nothing. The answer is nothing.
I look at myself in the rearview mirror, studying my reflection.
My brown hair is straightened, the usual frizziness gone and replaced with shine. I wear cream blush with a matching shade of lipstick to bring out my complexion. Black mascara coats my lashes, and a subtle smoke of eggplant eyeshadow brings out the gold in my irises.
But no amount of concealer erases the dark circles under my eyes, no matter what the product claims to do.
That’s something Poe and I have in common, at least.
Neither of us appears to have good sleep hygiene.
I exhale deeply and drum my fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the packhouse in front of me.
There’s no going back from this.
I have a connection with both Avery and Maddox—now all that’s left is to get to know Poe on a deeper level.
My duffel bag is in the backseat, packed with toiletries and extra clothes, just in case.
I fully plan on going home after dinner, but if there’s an emergency, I have an overnight bag.
The suppressants should keep me Heat-free, unless something ridiculous happens.
Worst case scenario, I call Blair, and she takes me to her place.
It’s not like I’m spending the night here.
Why not?my inner Omega asks coyly.Why not stay here forever?
She doesn’t shut up until I ring the doorbell to the packhouse.
My throat is dry by the time the door opens, and my breath catches when Poe greets me.
“Hey, Piper,” he says, his voice warm. “Come on in. It’s good to see you.”
