Page 61 of Players and Pages
"What was the book again?" Griff asked from behind Jackson.
"It was published by an indie author.Hopeless Magic," I answered before I took a bite.
"Yeah, I think I'll pass," Griff said with an adorable wrinkle of his nose. "I'm more of a murder mystery book guy."
"No problem. This has been scheduled for months or I'd cancel it to be with you guys, but there are moms that get sitters just to come, so I can't let them down," I explained with a sigh.
"We'd never ask you to do that. Maybe we can help pick the next book?" Jackson suggested.
"I'll talk with the ladies, but I'd be down for that.” His answering smile had butterflies dancing through me. I swear those dimples might truly kill me.
"Once you're finished with breakfast, get dressed and we'll take you to work," Cy said, stealing a blueberry from my plate. Brat.
"I don't have any clean clothes here. I need to go to my cabin first.”
"We arranged for Sarah to have some outfits dropped off last night," Jackson told her. “We figured this wouldn’t be a one time thing and it couldn’t hurt to have this place for mornings like this. Having stuff here just makes sense. Your shower and hair stuff should be the same, as well.”
"I don't remember seeing my things," I said. When the hell did they have the time to do all that?
"Well, you were a little preoccupied when we got back last night," Griff reminded me with a wink. I huffed out a laugh and rolled my eyes.
The alpha wasn’t wrong.
The memories of last night came rushing back and I really didn't want to leave this bed anymore.
"Eat before it gets cold and dress after. Before we all get in trouble for missing important things," Jackson ordered. It was an attempt at being firm but the hint of desperation there had me listening.
"Yes, sir," I said with a little salute before I grabbed the fork and dug in.
Soon enough we were all fed, properly showered, and clothed. I was almost sad to drive back after last night, but I loved Willow Lake.
“With us keeping this place, we get the best of both worlds,” Griff told me as he took my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and brushing a kiss there. “Don’t look so sad. We’ll come back again.”
“I’m just not ready to face the world. I hate we don’t just have free schedules for a month or so,” I half joked. My voice was too serious to be completely playful.
“We have the rest of our lives, gorgeous,” he reminded me before a song came on that had all three of them singing at the top of their lungs. Adorably offkey for the other two, though Jackson definitely stole the show.
It all felt so easy with them. My omega and I were content. The guys bickering over the music, conversations they always included me in, and flirting non-stop was my new happy place. The bond was wide open and easy like this. I knew they were being genuine with every smile and flirty word.
My heart stuttered as Cy pulled up in front of the bookstore. Fear started to creep in. The worry that fresh, hateful words would be waiting.
That my relationship would start to tank our business.
I let out a breath of relief when I finally dared to look. It was as pristine as ever, no remnants of hate left behind.
Griff squeezed my hand and I gave him a reassuring smile. I’d unintentionally closed the bond so they weren’t getting the full force of my reaction but he saw it anyway. They were always watching, sensing what I needed before I could even wrap my head around it.
"Are you guys coming in, or do you have to get to camp?" I asked, hopeful that they'd walk me in at least.
"We have time to come in and say hi," Jackson said from the passenger seat. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was being needy or if they truly did, but I couldn’t find it in me to question it.
My shoulders relaxed as Cy parked the car. Even in this little time with them, they were my rocks now and I didn't realize that their support was what was missing from my life.
Cy jumped out and opened my door, holding a hand out to me. "Ready?"
I didn't hesitate to slide my palm in his, the warmth from his touch igniting something in my core.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You smell so damn good, peach."
