“You know I’m strong, right?” Easton said for the third time, flexing his arms as he ran his fingers through his hair. “See, I can pick you up.” His hands cupped my butt and lifted me against his chest. Then his face transformed again. “Not that it takes a lot of strength to lift you! Not at all.” He bounced me in his arms, anxiety pouring from him. “It’s like watching a train crash,” Summer said from her spot on the couch. I grinned and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re very strong, alpha.” Lars crossed his arms. “I’m strong, too.”
