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Very funny. But seriously, this thing is turning into cement. I’ve tried everything short of an exorcism. Have you considered that maybe it WANTS to be cement? Follow your dreams.
Shame. I only date people who can handle a little murder and mayhem with their morning coffee.
Mysterious. Let me guess—international spy? Professional ninja? Underwater basket weaver?
Here’s a toe pic. Try to contain your excitement. Oh, my. How scandalous. At least buy me dinner first.
“And if you do it, I’m right behind you. Though, I recommend we claim food poisoning first. More dignified.”
“Ten minutes,” Dad announces, checking his watch. “That’s my limit. Then I’m faking a stroke.”
“Remember,” I whisper. “If cousin Rebecca starts on about her Alpha husband’s latest promotion—” “Sudden migraine,” Dad nods. “If Patricia mentions her Omega support group—” “Spontaneous combustion.” “If Martha asks about grandchildren—” “We run like hell.”
The overall effect is less winter wonderland and more Christmas having a manic episode.
I poke at the meatloaf. “Is this thing moving?” “Don’t change the subject. And don’t look too closely at the meatloaf. Looking only makes it stronger.”
God, who is this man, and why does it feel like my whole world just tilted on its axis?
“You’re allowed to hope, you know. You’re allowed to want things.”
Would you have described me as armed with questionable timing?
“Love at first sight?” “More like stubborn determination.
Some people might see it as settling for less. I see it as choosing what matters.”
The last thing she needs is some Alpha getting territorial just because she smells like everything good in the world and laughs at his jokes. But damn if it isn’t tempting.
“Almost there,” I tell her as we round the last bend. “Fair warning… my friends can be a bit...” “Axe murdery?” “I was going to say intense, but sure, let’s go with that.” She giggles, and I adore that sound. “Well, as long as they’re equal opportunity psychos. I’d hate to think I drove all this way just to end up in some gender-specific crime scene.”
“You really aren’t afraid of much, are you?” “Oh, I’m afraid of plenty.” She strokes Thor’s fur absently. “Heights. Spiders. My sister when someone messes up her kitchen organization system. But I figure if you’re going to possibly die in a snowstorm, you might as well go out with good jokes.”
“Well,” he drawls. “If I’d known a little blizzard was all it took to get you to show up at my door, I’d have done a rain dance weeks ago.”
“Because I was eighteen and wanted cash for beer, not existential dread.” Hunter rolls his eyes. “Still read it, though.”
“Want anything from the kitchen? Besides your dignity?” “Black coffee. And fuck you very much.”
“Intrigued,” she corrects. “It’s not every day a girl gets rescued by three Alphas who look like they could bench-press a moose but discuss literature over dinner.”
“We were younger and stupider.” “Speak for yourself,” Archer grins, reaching for the bottle. “I’m still as stupid as ever.”
“Fuck, you’re addictive,” Hunter murmurs. “Like the kind of candy that ruins a man—sweet, sinful, and impossible to quit.”
“I should start charging admission to the disaster that is my life.”
“You’re stunning,” he murmurs, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones. “Like, unreasonably beautiful, a scent that fogs my brain, and a wit that challenges me. It’s actually annoying. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Fuck, Lily,” he breathes against my lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “At least you’ll die happy,” I quip, breathless and dizzy with desire.
For now, I let myself sink into the moment—the warmth, the closeness, the way they hold me like I’m something precious, something lasting. A girl can dream, right?
“He tried to hit my dog? I’ll fucking kill him.”
“You crashed into our lives—literally—and somehow fixed something none of us even realized was broken,”
“Laying it on a bit thick there, Arch,” James murmurs. “Flattery will get you everywhere,”
Surrounded by three men who look at me like I’m the answer to a question they’ve been asking their whole lives, I’m struck by the beautiful absurdity of it all.
“Well, you always did have a big heart, Lily-girl. Guess you needed more than one man to match it.”
