Page 9 of Believe it or Knot

So I won’t see you until tonight?

Me:

Late afternoon, early evening, unless you want to meet us at the interview.

I’ll send you the address.

I do just that and then head into the little kitchen, as quietly as I can. Liam needs caffeine in the morning or he’s a brat. Not that I mind his brattiness, it gives me a reason to punish him, but I don’t think we need to subject our sweet beta to his early morning grumpiness if we can avoid it.

I’ve just pulled open the first cupboard when I get another text.

Grayson:

Is there anything else you want to tell me?

I hesitate after reading the message. I want to tell him all about Sorrel, and how sweet she is, how perfect and sexy, and how I had the best sleep of my life with her and our omega in bed with me. Even though the bed was definitely too small for all three of us and a little on the lumpy side. She needs a new mattress.

I think that might be a better conversation to have with Grayson in person. Not via text.

Before I can send him a negative, he sends another message.

Grayson:

Is there a reason you requested a file on Sorrel Forbes?

Well shit. I should have known that Scotty, the guy we use for our background checks, would have called Gray too. Not that he doesn’t trust me to make requests. I’m the head of security for Liam, after all, but Scotty is a kiss ass and a little bit of a tattletale and gossip, at least when it comes to me and Gray.

Unless I specifically tell him not to reach out to my prime about a request, he will one hundred percent tell Gray.

Sighing, I type out a very brief message recounting what happened last night, and then make a point of saying we’ll discuss it when we get home in person. Bold of me, considering he’s my prime, but once again, I want to have this conversation with him in person.

Sorrel feels important and I want to convey that with more than just words on a screen.

A text message just won’t be enough.

Grayson concedes the point and tells me to have Liam call him when he’s up, already knowing that our omega will sleep until the very last moment, if he can. I know our prime alpha will never admit it, but he misses both of us when we’re away from him, which happens more than we’d like.

Gray tries to travel with us whenever he can to Liam’s filming locations, but he’s not always able. We’ve gotten good at doing video chats and keeping up text conversations to keep that ache for one another at bay.

I’ve just come to terms with the fact that Liam is going to be extra grumpy this morning because Sorrel, as perfect as she is, doesn’t have any coffee in her house, when I hear the faint sound of an alarm blaring from upstairs. The unmistakable grumbling of my omega follows and Sorrel’s sleep husked voice responds.

My skin prickles and my hair stands up in anticipation of seeing her, seeing them this morning, but I focus on my task, brewing tea for both of them. I keep one ear tilted toward the bedroom, listening as fabric rustles and Liam protests. There’s a thump and Sorrel giggles.

It makes my heart get all warm and glowy listening to them together, waking up and no doubt cuddling because Liam hates getting up in the morning and he’ll do whatever he can to get his bedmate to stay under the blankets with him. He’s a real cuddle slut that way.

I love that about him, even if it makes us late for just about everything.

Sorrel must be better at shutting him down than I ever was because it’s not long before two pairs of bare feet slap against the wooden stairs and pad toward the kitchen.

“There’s no coffee,” I say, over my shoulder, trying my damnedest not to turn around and devour them both with my eyes.

“I’m sorry, what?” Liam splutters, sounding groggy and a little peeved about this news.

Sorrel runs her fingers through her tousled hair and shrugs. “I prefer tea. I have black tea if you need the caffeine. Green tea too, which is what I usually start the day with.”

Liam grumbles even as he leans his forehead on her shoulder. “I knew you were too good to be true.”

She laughs, a light, bright, happy sound that hits me in the chest like a cannonball. “This is the deal breaker, huh?”

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