Page 39 of Believe it or Knot

“Or the acid,” Grayson adds, starting the engine and checking the blind spot before pulling out.

“What about pigs?” I suggest.

Gage snorts while Gray and Rafe chuckle. “What?” I say. “Pigs are great for disposing of bodies!”

They laugh harder. “Where the hell are we gonna get pigs, mi amor?”

I shrug and snuggle into Rafe. “We’re rich. We can just buy some.”

Gray chuckles again. “Oh yes, because that won’t be suspicious at all. City slicker Cordova pack suddenly has an interest in farm animals. Just out of the blue.”

I arch a brow. “You think it’s less suspicious to buy acid that can dissolve bones?”

“I can think of at least ten reasons it would be less suspicious for us to buy acid than to buy pigs.”

“Well, the thing with pigs is that you only need one reason,” I say matter-of-factly. “They’re stinking cute!”

They all laugh again at that, even Gage, who shakes his head and presses one bloody hand over his mouth, like he’s trying to stifle his laughter.

It fills me with satisfaction to see them all doing something together, even if it is laughing at me. I’ll take it.

I want this to work. I want Sorrel and I want Gage.

I think tonight went a long way toward making that happen.

Nothing like a little mayhem to bring pack members together.

Track 10: So American

Tuesday morning, the sun is climbing the sky when I step out of my little cabin. I’m not embarrassed to admit I was watching the road for the Cordova pack and Gage. As soon as I see the familiar black SUV, followed closely by a familiar figure on a motorcycle, I leap up and gather my things, bolting for the door with excitement bubbling in my stomach.

The back door of the car opens as I step off the porch and there’s the omega who’s shaken up my life in the last week. I run toward him like I haven’t seen him in ages, when really I had a late dinner with all of them last night. They surprised me at the Shack with pizza and we ate it under the Edison bulbs on the dock.

It was nice, peaceful. Conversation flowed. Even Gage seemed more at ease with them.

Liam laughs as he catches me, spinning me around with my feet off the ground. His hands press into the skin of my back, left bare by the lacy white halter top I’m wearing. I’m dizzy by the time my feet touch the ground again and flushed and laughing.

Or at least I am until Gage growls, “no. You aren’t wearing that. Go back and change. Put on more clothes.”

I look down, frowning. “What’s wrong with my outfit?” I’d felt downright pretty when I put on the top, loving the way the white lace contrasted with my golden skin.

He jabs a finger at me. “Your shorts are so small I can see the bottom of your ass cheek. And your tits are about to spill out of that top.”

I roll my eyes at the obvious exaggeration. “That’s not true, Gage.” And it’s not. The shorts are cut-offs, but they cover my butt and I used tape on the shirt to make sure it won’t slip. But he doesn’t need to know about that.

“It’s covering more than a bathing suit,” Rafe points out.

“I like it,” Liam says, stroking a finger down my bare spine. “Let’s me touch all the skin I want.”

Gage growls something I can’t make out as the omega pushes me toward the car, bending close to murmur in my ear, “you look so fucking edible, lovely.” A shiver works its way over my spine even in the heat of midday. Though it’s always a little colder here by the lake, then it is further down the mountain. “Gage thinks so, too. He just hates that anyone else is going to see you like that.”

I turn my head to pop a kiss on Liam’s cheek. “Thank you,” I breathe against his skin.

I swear he blushes and ducks his head. “Only speaking the truth, Sor. You’re delectable.”

Grayson moves up next to us, a bouquet in his hands, all soft pinks and whites. Beautiful, but…

“She doesn’t like cut flowers,” Gage growls out. “I told you that.”

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