Page 71 of Knot your Good Girl

Eric sighs. “I’m your brother, and I love her scent.”

“I love her scent, too.” I admit. “But it means nothing until we smell each other the same way.”

“I know that,” Eric huffs. “Ask her.”

I shake my head as Alicia yells in the hallway, “You can stop talking about us now.”

I am thankful for her actions. Cautioning us that Holly was on the verge of overhearing the conversation.

My brother Eric’s gaze connects with mine across the table, and I carefully observe the faint twitch in his nose as his eyes shift towards Holly’s as she arrives.

Fuck!

Her perfume affects him. I thought his words were purely intentional to incite a reaction from me.

Pushing out my chair, I smile at Holly and say, “We’re going back to the hotel. She needs to rest. We’ll see you later for supper.”

“I’m fine,” she whimpers.

“We need to leave.” I clutch her hand and escort her away from the house.

“Will you be back?” Mom asks, her eyes downcast.

“Sorry, Mom, but this is important. We’ll be back later,” I tell her as she walks with us to the front door.

“Look after her.” Mom gives me a knowing look.

I smile warmly and take Holly’s hand as we exit the house, our fingers intertwining as we walk towards my car.

The stroke of my thumb against her hand elicits a puzzled look from her, as if she’s unsure of how to interpret my actions.Fuck.I’m not sure what I’m doing myself.

“Why are we leaving?” she asks.

“Your scent will drive every alpha in that house to madness. And that is something I cannot allow.” I firmly place my hand against the small of her back and guide her towards the passenger side of the car.

“We didn’t have to leave. I’m fine now,” she says.

“And I’m sorry about what they said there. I should have talked to you about your parents. I should’ve asked you if you had siblings and asked you about your twin.”

She shakes her head. “You didn’t have to do anything. We agreed with what this was. And we weren’t getting involved with each other’s lives.”

My heart plummets. It’s like she’s getting ready to move on. Just when I... Just when I was understanding her. Wanting her…

After I buckle her into the car, I stride to the other side and start the engine.

She hunches over, placing her feet on the seat and allowing her head to fall between her knees while emitting a quiet moan.

“Are you sure you took your suppressant?”

“I’ll take it tonight,” she moans. “I’m not well.”

“You’re going into your heat.”

“I’m sick. I’m only hot because I’m getting a cold.”

I raise my eyes to the ceiling in a dismissive gesture. “Did you take your suppressant yesterday?”

“Of course I did. I take it religiously every day,” Holly says. She turns to me and scrunches her eyes together, as if my question is utterly absurd.

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