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I hadn’t noticed how long I’d been scrolling through the comments on all our posts when Ruby came back out. “They’re done and cleared out. So you can see it whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Ruby.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t know how to voice what I was feeling, and what I needed was to be in a place that felt safe. “Thank you.”

She didn’t push it and let me gather my things and head inside alone.

My room was different. Ruby had unpacked things, and now my familiar trinkets were all over the space, making it seem more homey. I still wanted to redecorate a little, but this felt good.

The sliding door to the nest was open, and I crept down the hallway toward it. All the cushions that had been white were now in the jewel tones of blue and purple I’d chosen. There were a couple pops of jade and vibrant pink, but mostly the blues.

Shimmering lights now lined the ceiling, and a quick exploration found a little remote that controlled them. Piles of blankets in the same color scheme sat ready for me to arrange. Silky throw pillows. And in the glassed in area, the crystal light catchers I’d chosen, casting rainbows around the space.

It was beautiful.

Something in my chest settled.

Yeah. I needed this.

I left my phone on the dresser in my closet, where I couldn’t hear the incessant buzzing or be tempted to go down the rabbit hole of criticism that was the entire fucking internet.

Following pure instinct, I grabbed a pretty night dress that Ashley had picked out in a deep, forest green. It had no right being so comfortable. I needed to send her a bouquet of flowers after what she’d gone through with Laura.

The pile of blankets held one I couldn’t stop thinking about. A purple that matched the stone in my ring, but light enough that it was meant for comfort and not heat. I crawled into the cushions in the glassed in space and arranged pillows around me until I was entirely ensconced.

I watched the waves as the sun continued to fall toward the horizon.

Safe.

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MAJORAM

MEANING: BLUSHES; COMFORT; CONSOLATION; JOY; LOVE

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Frank McCabe could get fucked.

Talk about the longest deal signing in the history of doing business. It shouldn’t have even taken an hour, and it had taken more than four. I swore, every time I called him ‘uncle-in-law,’ he found one more way to drag it out.

Or he just wanted to be really fucking thorough.

All of us were tired and cranky now, desperately wanting to be with our Omega and not the man who’d made her life a living hell for who knew how many years.

I called her, hoping to hear her sweet, husky voice. It rang out, going to her voicemail. At the moment I was holding the large, soft sweatshirt I’d had Josie get, so Ocean could have something of mine to wear that smelled like me. The idea of her wrapped in my scent did things to me. Like make me hard in the middle of the office.

The call went to voicemail.

“Ocean?” Micah asked.

“She didn’t answer.”

“If she’s in the greenhouse, she might not have her phone,” he said.

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