Page 33 of Pack Coffey

"Damn right it is," Banks growls. "What can we do to make that stop?"

Saint shrugs helplessly, "Until she asks us for help...Nothing."

Banks jerks up out of his seat so that he can pace the floor. "So, she's staying with us, right? We're not going to let her stay at that house by herself."

"That's the plan," Saint confirms. "We've just got to talk to her."

"I'll do it," Banks says, getting ready to walk out.

"Wait," I say, stopping him. "Maybe someone a little less hot headed would be best?"

"Okay, yeah," he agrees.

Taking out my phone, I send her a quick text asking if she wants to meet up for coffee after her classes. Our little omega is obsessed with it. She replies instantly with a quick tease about how she didn't think that I even liked it and asks what time.

I'll pick you up right after your last class. I don't want you walking anywhere right now.

Saint already beat you to the punch. I've got my car now too, remember? I can drive to your house so we can ride together?

Sounds good love. I'll be here waiting on you.

I don't realize that I'm smiling until I glance back up and the rest of my pack is watching me. I clear my throat as they allsmile too. "She's going to come over here after class, and we're going to go for coffee."

"Great," Saint says, "That gives us time to get a small gift together for her."

"Damn," Banks barks, looking over to Keaton in a panic. "We're officially the worst packmates ever. We haven't even gotten her a courting gift yet."

Keaton stands up from the couch and stretches. "Well, let's go then. We've got gifts to buy."

They leave and Lawrence rests back against the couch comfortably.

"Why aren't you panicking like they are?" I tease the youngest of our pack.

He grins. "Because, I may be the baby, but by the sound of it, I'm the only one who remembered pack etiquette and already bought her a courting gift. Already have another lined up ready to go too."

My jaw drops open, and I'm sure my expression mirrors Saint's. "You do realize there is glory to be had in reminding us of these things, right?"

He huffs out a laugh. "I've never been one for glory. I just want to make her happy. I didn't want to meddle in everyone else's business because I wasn't sure if you guys were on that level with her or not. I was going to say something today before everybody left. The meatheads just beat me to it."

"Thosemeatheadswould hold you down and make you beg for mercy again if they heard you calling them that nickname that girl from the station gave them," I tease him.

"It'd be worth it," he states with another grin. "They're too easy."

Saint drops his head, shaking it and hiding his own smile. We've always felt like family more than friends, so it's no surprise that they've always picked on each other like brothers.Now we've been gifted the center of our universe, and I for one, don't want to take that for granted.

Right on time, Darci pulls up outside where I'm waiting with a bright orange bouquet of lilies. She bounces on her toes over to me excitedly. I lean down to press a kiss against her lips before handing her the flowers. She takes them and glances up at me with a happy expression. I've never understood the whole men going to war over a woman before this moment. With the way that she's looking at me, I realize, I'll do anything for her.

"What are these for?" she asks sweetly.

I know that I'm grinning like a fool and can't help it. "Can't a guy just buy his girl flowers for no reason?"

She shrugs, "I don't know, honestly. This is the first time I've ever gotten flowers."

Be still my damn heart. She doesn't even know what those words have done to me. I'm not even sure I know.

"Want to go put them in some water before we go grab coffee?" I ask.

"Sure," she agrees.

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