“Clark?”
 
 He jumped up. The man had been sitting on the couch in the dark.
 
 “I came home early,” I said.
 
 “You need a break,” he said softly. “You need to rest. Go back to your family.”
 
 “I did rest.” I took three slow steps closer to him.
 
 “Did something happen while you were gone? Something at home? Was someone mean to you?”
 
 “Nothing happened with anyone else.” I took another step. “And I didn’t go home, because right here, with you,ismy home.”
 
 He closed the distance between us. “When you left, you seemed mad,” he said quietly.
 
 “When I left, I felt rejected,” I admitted. “And that’s not on you. It’s a shifter thing. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
 
 “I didn’t like you being gone,” he admitted. “I missed you.”
 
 It was like music to my ears. I wrapped my arms around him, allowing myself to feel something real for the first time.
 
 “I heard what you said when you were leaving,” he whispered close to my ear.
 
 “What did I say?”
 
 “You said, ‘You’re not supposed to like your boss.’ But I think you were wrong. I think youare.”
 
 There were so many things I wanted to say…so, so many, but I said none of them. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him, giving in to the attraction that had been building up inside me. His mouth opened under mine, exploring, answering, and his hands slid under the back of my shirt.
 
 Then the baby monitor went off. One of the kids was stirring.
 
 “Shit,” he mumbled against my lips. “I’ll be right back.”
 
 “I got it.”
 
 “I don’t want to pull the ‘who gets them back to sleep faster’ card, but…” He was great with the kids, but sleeping was where I shined.
 
 He laughed softly and let go of me. “Hurry back.”
 
 Oh, I was hurrying back.
 
 Make no mistake about that.
 
 12
 
 CLARK
 
 I watched Beau as he tiptoed back from the nursery, shutting the door behind him without making a sound. He’d been right about being the one to come and check on them. He was in and out in less than five minutes. I’d probably have managed to wake the other two in that amount of time. I was much better at awake activities with them.
 
 The taste of him was still on my lips. I couldn’t resist him any more. Every cell in my body wanted him, and I was finally ready to give in. “I need you, omega.” I closed the gap between us.
 
 Beau blinked up at me, surprised by my words but with no hesitation at all. “I’m right here, alpha.”
 
 The way he called me alpha did something to me, something deep inside. I felt horrible that he thought for even a split second that I’d rejected him. I never had and never would.
 
 Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed my lips to his, nothing but a peck at first and then taking it deeper. My tongue teased his mouth before slipping inside and tasting himcompletely. “Mmm.” My fingers slid up his arms and threaded in his hair as I brushed my thumb over his jaw.
 
 A low groan escaped his throat as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me closer.