Page 155 of Knot That Serious

The weight of Jack’s stare was sudden and heavy, but Beckett did his best to ignore it as he parked and took off his seatbelt.

Jack still hadn’t really moved, and watched Beckett very closely as he got out of the car and rounded the hood to open Jack’s door.

“Come on, then,” he encouraged, and motioned for Jack to get out. “Let’s go.”

“Should I ask?”

Beckett swallowed. “Let’s at least look around first, yeah?”

He took Jack’s silence as a yes, and led him to the front door. The keypad beeped as he punched in the code from the realtor, and he heard the lock disengage with a whir.

His first impression of the house was… wow.

The living area was huge, maybe too big—even if there were four of them. How would they ever fill the space?

They were quiet as they took in the high ceilings and plain walls, exploring the space as their footsteps echoed around the empty rooms.

“This is a lot of bedrooms,” Jack mused, voice echoing around the empty hallway. “Are you sure you need all this space?”

Beckett paused, shaking his head. “Jack, you—“ Beckett had to choke back a laugh, despite his nerves. “You’re an idiot.”

Jack only looked partially offended, and crossed his arms. “Why do you say that?”

All of Beckett’s rehearsed words went out the window. “Because this is supposed to be for a pack!”

Jack stilled, arms falling to his sides. “A pack?”

“Yes!” Beckett groaned, and trailed into the kitchen, Jack following close behind. Shaking his head at the tight counter space and the small oven, Beckett leaned against the counter and faced Jack. He hoped Jack was thinking about how Eli would hate this kitchen.

“My family was never very close,” Beckett began. “I didn’t have neighborhood friends, and I was kind of a dorky kid.”

“You?” Jack asked, teasing, turning toward the window over the sink.

“I knew I would need a pack eventually, since I’m an alpha and all, but I didn’t think it would come up so soon. Or that I’d have so much fun coming around to the idea.”

Jack hummed, eyes still bouncing around the room before finally settling on Beckett.

“Everyone always said ‘you’ll know when you know,’ and that always sounded like a bullshit answer. But I get it now.”

Heart thundering in his chest, Beckett grabbed Jack’s hand. “I get it now.”

Jack squeezed Beckett’s hand, lips parting and closing again as he tried to find the words to respond. When he couldn’t seem to grasp them, Beckett kept talking.

“Because with you, imagining a pack is easy. You and Eli have something special, Jack. A connection that’s lasted through all the phases of your life. I’m just asking you to consider—to imagine it lasting the rest of your life, too. You could have that,” he insisted.

Jack… nodded. Slowly. “Not here, though—Eli would hate this tiny kitchen.”

Beckett stumbled, swallowing back the rush of emotion washed down by his confusion. “What?”

“I can’t wait to tell her.”

Beckett waved his hands back and forth, catching Jack’s attention. “Hello? What are you talking about?”

“Oh.” Jack’s lips twitched. “We worked it out.”

“What?!” Beckett shouted, and it echoed around the kitchen.

“Yeah, last night we, uh… we kind of hooked up?”

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