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Rhett rubs the back of his neck, looking cagey and smug all at the same time. “Yeah. You know, dropping off the radar is a loteasier when everyone thinks you’re dead. I believe you were the one who put that idea in my head.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Larissa
“God, he’s adorable,” I say, watching the sweet baby boy nestle in my arms.
Henry is Lucian and Madelyn’s son. He has his mama’s gorgeous blue eyes and his daddy’s dark hair.
“Wait until he screams,” Madelyn says dryly, although there is a gentle smile on her lips, and it’s clear she adores him, screams and all.
Their apartment is palatial, and, like Rhett’s, it takes up an entire floor of the building. When I committed to this life where I would never set foot outside, I imagined something far smaller than what I got. Not the space, but the circle of people I would know. It turns out Lucian’s mate is a sweetheart who has shown me friendship and compassion. She has her own past and demons, and a story dramatic in its own way.
She is inherently empathetic.
She is also a brat with her mate. And Lucian is utterly besotted with her, even if he does get a glint in his eye when she’s bratting. The kind that says he’s going to deal with her later… in the best kind of way.
It has opened my eyes to the relationships between alphas and omegas.
How they can be natural and fun.
How they can sweep you out of your comfort zone yet be so hot you fear you might spontaneously combust.
Fine, with that last part, I’m talking about Rhett and me, and the delectable push and pull between us.
Madelyn glances at the clock. “You’ve been here thirty minutes.” She raises her brow and smirks. “Pushing the boundaries, Larissa.”
I blush. “He needs to develop his tolerance,” I say, reluctantly handing the sweet, sleeping baby off to his waiting mother’s arms.
“Yeah?” She laughs. “He’s probably pacing the floor, getting all worked up… getting all hot and bothered.”
Maybe I have a little brat in me, too.
Rhett
She’s been gone for thirty minutes. I told myself I could do this. Let her have some time with her new friend. I mean, it’s good for her. She gets to hang out with Madelyn and Henry. I fucking adore my new, few-week-old nephew and hanging out with him, too, but following Larissaeverywhereisn’t practical.
Technically, I can, but it probably won’t win me any points.
Maybe they’re talking about baby things. I’m convinced I’m going to breed Larissa during her next heat, so it will be nice for her to have someone to talk to…
My eyes lower to my wrist. Thirty-six minutes. That’s fucking it. She promised she would be back in thirty. I stalk over and stabthe elevator button. It springs open, and I nearly collide with Larissa.
My hands are on her as I drag her out. Touching her calms some of the crazy rushing through me. “What the fuck, Larissa? It’s been thirty-six minutes.”
What the fuck is wrong with me? I sound like a dick.
“Oh, has it?” she says just a little too casually.
My eyes narrow. “Playing games, baby?”
Her face flushes.So pretty.
“That was very naughty. You testing me? Wanting to find out what I would do?”
“No.” Her voice comes out a little high, and she shakes her head vigorously.
I smirk.
