Page 105 of My Three Hometown Alphas
“Come here, angel,” Owen says, holding out his hand for me.
I slide my hand into his and scootch my way toward him until I’m settled sideways on his lap.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” he says, running a finger down the side of my face.
I open my mouth to beat him to what I think he’s about to tell me, but he silences me with a gentle finger pressed against my lips. I kiss the pad of his finger before he lets it fall to my thigh.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, Avery. A piece of me fell for you in that airport years ago.”
Same.
“Then, every time those memories would pass through my mind, I fell a little more. By the time you landed back into my life, I was already halfway there. Now, there isn’t a single piece of me that isn’t completely in love with you.”
I blink slowly, a single tear falling.
“I’m in love with you, too, Owen. I think we both knew what we found in each other was something special. It just wasn’t the right time for us,” I say, my fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck. “I think it is now, though. At least, I hope it is.”
“It is, angel.” His large hand cups the side of my head, bringing me in for a kiss that brands my soul.
I’m his… theirs.
I still don’t know how this is going to work out, but I’m certain this kind of love has to find a way.
Owen turns me around on his lap, so my back is against his chest. All five of us seem to take a deep breath at the same time.
“Do you want to go to California for your internship?” Owen asks, breaking the silence.
“No,” I say without any hesitation.
“Is that because you don’t want to leave or because the job isn’t really something you want to do?” Will asks.
“Both,” I say, and he nods, like he assumed that much.
I don’t know how they figured out the internship wasn’t something I wanted to pursue anymore. My money is on Lyla, though.
“We found another job that we think would be perfect for you,” Miles says.
“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up a little straighter.
A grin crosses Miles’s face. “Well… someone decided they’re going to run against Kevin Sheridan in the upcoming election for mayor.”
“About time,” I mumble, which makes Miles smile more.
“It’s going to be a short campaign because November is only a few months away,” Owen says.
I nod in understanding.
Will says, “We thought you would be the perfect person to run a strong enough campaign to get them elected and make sure Kevin doesn’t get back into office.”
“Really?” I ask, half-shocked.
They all nod, even Lyla.
“Who’s running?” I ask. I wholeheartedly want to do this, but I can’t design a campaign for someone I can’t trust to do what’s best for the town I’ve grown to love.
“Why don’t we call them? They can tell you themselves,” Miles says, pulling out his phone.
