Not Ready (Assurance Security Duet #1)

by Jillian West

It’s nights like tonight when I really wish the universe would get on board with setting me up to be independently wealthy.

Did I specifically put her in the guest room that links to mine via a shared bathroom? Yes, I did. No, I do not feel even an ounce of guilt. If I thought it would pass as appropriate, I would’ve put her in my goddamn bed, right where she belongs.

“You know, I’ve heard alphas are caregivers. I haven’t had much firsthand experience myself, but thank you. It always reassures my impulses to have someone looking after me.” Her small hands land on my chest, giving me a pat. Well, fuck.

Is it wildly inappropriate to be attracted to my very pregnant wife-to-be?

I text Hargrove, asking if there is some safe area where we should park. His response of lol isn’t helpful,

I climb into the bed closest to the door and glare at Mercy. He’s got her on the side nearest to me. What the hell is wrong with my friends? I punch my pillow and roll over to face the door. I’m here now. I’ll be the obstacle between whatever breeches the door and Vale.

She really is too damn sweet for her own good. And I’m going to obliterate anyone who tries to take advantage of her inner light.