Page 19 of Her Shifter Pack

My brain finally woke up properly. That’s right. I was at Markus and Oliver’s house.

I pushed down the covers that I had pulled up to my chin and glanced around.

“Good morning,” I managed and dragged myself up to a sitting position. “I’m so sorry if I slept in.”

Ollie chuckled good naturedly. “Don’t ever apologize for getting the rest you obviously need. I should apologize for waking you, but your brunch was getting cold, and I was... honestly, wanting to see you. Slide back.”

I moved as he requested, rearranging the pillows so I could sit with my back against the headboard, and luckily remembered to push the shirt down to cover my bare belly and lower.

“Here you go,” he said, sliding the tray onto my lap. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, or if you had any food allergies, or were a vegan, so I kinda covered all the bases just in case.”

Staring down at the laden tray, I couldn’t help but laugh at his warmhearted nature and intent. “Well, I’ve worked hospitality for five years, so I understand the worry. But no allergies here, luckily, and full meat eater.”

Not that I often had enough money to eat as well as I wished. Eating cheap often meant eating crappy food.

“This is just... wow. Thank you.” The tray was covered with our entire breakfast menu at the diner, all arranged on little plates. Eggs and bacon, toast and butter, sliced up fruit and a container of yogurt.

“You’re welcome,” Ollie said, grabbing the chair that looked matched the desk in the room, and sitting down beside the bed. “Please eat.”

I picked up the bacon and placed it on the toast, choosing to start with a sandwich of sorts. “Have you had breakfast?”

He grinned. “Yeah, hours ago.”

“Hours ago?” I repeated. “What time is it?”

“Nearly one o’clock.”

I almost choked on my toast, but managed to chew it enough to force it down before I asked, “In the afternoon?”

Ollie chuckled. “Well, you didn’t go to bed until, what? One-thirty?”

“Yeah... but I never sleep this late.” I couldn’t believe it. I’d never slept in until the afternoon. Ever.

But then again, I hadn’t plugged my phone in for my alarm to go off, so it was probably dead in my bag.

Ollie shrugged like it was no big deal. “You obviously needed it.”

I sighed and reached for a slice of banana. “Thank you so much for this, Ollie. For breakfast and for being so patient with me today. You probably had plans and need to go out. I’ll pack up as soon as I can.”

Ollie held up both hands. “Oh, no, that wasn’t the reason I woke you up. I don’t have anything I need to be doing. Well, I plan to go with you to wherever you’ve been staying and get all your stuff. You can stay here as long as you want. This bedroom is almost always free.”

I noticed he didn’t say that I could leave when I wanted. I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually want to leave a place I felt so safe.

“Ah... I don’t know what to say.” I wasn’t used to people being generous with me.

“Say you’ll stay for a while,” Ollie said with a grin on his gorgeous face. His eyes were as blue as the sky and his hair was a lot blonder in the daylight than I had realized last night.

Markus was the dark one. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Dark mood.

Ollie was full of lightness.

“I’ll look for another job first thing tomorrow,” I said, pulling myself away from musing about the brothers’ good looks and focusing on a plan for my future.

He shrugged. “Whatever. We’re not strapped for cash. We don’t expect you to pay for anything, so no hurry.”

“What do you do?” I asked, taking another bite of the crispy, greasy bacon. My stomach was in heaven.

“I’m an accountant,” he said, as though that wasn’t a big deal.

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