Page 29 of Pack Giroux

"So, were you a happy child growing up?" Fake Emerson asks.

I grit my teeth to keep from saying something I'll regret. It feels like breakfast at their home all over again. As much as I'm thankful for everything the pack did for me today and the dinner we're enjoying together, I just don't want to ruin it by talking about the compound. Especially here where people are probably listening.

"You promised no weird questions," I remind him.

Still playing his game, he says, "I didn't. Did you say that to her this morning?"

"Stop playing," I hiss low enough to not be heard at other tables and keeping a smile on my face. "I don't know what game this is, Jameson, but I don't want to play anymore, okay? And I don't want to be talking about things that are upsetting in public."

Emerson looks proud as his twin sits back in his seat and links his fingers over his stomach. "How long have you known?"

I roll my eyes. "Since the moment Emerson showed up at my door."

The twin suggested raising his eyebrows. "Did you go to the bathroom to call Kinkaid to figure out how to order dinner?"

Now it's my turn to narrow my eyes at them. "How did you know that?"

He sits back in his chair, mirroring his twin except withhis hands on the rests on the sides. "That was a very Kinkaid thing for you to say when you came back."

"How could you tell us apart?" Jameson asks. "Our scents?"

I roll my eyes again. "Not even close. Your scents aren't very strong at all like most alphas normally are to me. It's your expressions and how you talk."

He grins at his twin. "Well, that's a first."

"You can't scent us well because we're on blockers that typically take a while to wear off after our jobs," Emerson tells me, which makes total sense now.

"So, you're telling me," Jameson starts, "you can tell us apart not using our scents, called Kinkaid for help, accepted support from both Grady and Raine when you needed it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I answer honestly. "Does that mean that I pass your test?"

"With flying colors," he replies instantly. "Sorry we put you through that. Please don't be upset with us."

I relax back into my chair, not even mad. "I can't be upset with you. I'd want to know who was infiltrating my pack at my absence too."

The rest of the night passes in relaxed joking. I even give them both quick kisses on their cheeks when we get back to the apartment and thank them for a great night out.

Chapter 9

When we first get back to the apartment, and I tell the twins goodnight, I change into one of the sexy, little nightdress things that has a robe that goes over it. To have given them such a fuss today about it, it does feel great sliding against my smooth skin.

Walking out into the hallway, I wonder if I'm going to run into anyone on the way to Grady's room, but I don't. However, after a few knocks, I determine he's not even in there. Making an educated guess, I try his work room at the end. I don't have to knock on this door since it's standing wide open like he's waiting on me to arrive.

"What are you doing in here this late?" I ask, walking over to where he's pressing shirts and laying them out on a table.

He looks at me from behind these plastic glasses that should make him look like a dork, but makes him all the more sexy instead. "I had a lot of orders to catch up on tonight. I can put it all away and finish tomorrow, though."

"Orrr," I say, dragging out the word and closing the distance between us. I put my arms around his waist from the back. "I can help you finish these off so that you don't have to worry with them tomorrow."

"And you want to spend your free time doing that for me?" he asks.

I nod. "Teach me the mighty Grady ways, master."

He snorts, making me laugh before he shows me how to read the orders and how he wants them packed. I do my part as he does his as he talks.

"What got you into doing this, anyway?" I ask as we work.

"One of my pack brothers was diagnosed with cerebral palsy when he was young," he answers.

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