Page 42 of Pack Giroux

Leaning up between the twins, desperate to change the subject as I am to know the truth, I ask, "So what are plans fortonight?"

They both laugh and shake their heads like they've done the past couple days.

A few hours later, I dress casually like I'm told to do in a black mini dress with a dark blue jean jacket pulled over it, tights and my converse. I wasn't given any hints for tonight, except that. I'm just glad that I don't have to dress fancy like last time. It means we aren't going to a place where I can't read the menu.

The twins meet me at the front door this time. When I swing it open, they're both standing there looking divine as ever, each holding a different color bouquet of lilies. I smile, letting them inside so we can put them in water. When I turn around, they're both holding out small jewelry boxes. I don't know which to take first, but they solve that for me by opening them at the same time. Inside lays the most gorgeous blue diamond necklace and bracelet.

I gasp, "They match your eyes."

They both smile at me the same. Emerson has me turn around so that he can fasten the necklace on me before Jameson puts his bracelet on my wrist. It's got a tiny motorcycle charm that dangles from it.

"Thank you both," I tell him. "I love it."

Quickly adding, "Even though I didn't dress for diamonds because you told me not to."

Jameson grabs me around the waist and yanks me to him, "You are always dressed for diamonds, even naked."

"A beautiful woman deserves beautiful jewelry," Emerson adds.

They both get kisses before we head out. I can't help touching the necklace and twisting my wrist around to watch the way the light catches the diamonds. Every time one of the twins catch me, they grin. It takes us almost an hour to get to where were going, but I think it's only because Kinkaid isn't driving.This time we're riding in the back of a fancy black limo. Want to talk about pulling out all of the stops for a girl.

When we get to where we're going, it's dark out with hardly any lights around us. It isn't until we step out that I'm able to see the big black helicopter with the pilot waiting for us.

"Are you serious?" I ask them, tugging on Emerson's hand to walk faster. "I've never been in a helicopter."

"You can say that you have after tonight," Jameson says, getting a kick out of my excitement.

We share the long seat in the back and are given headphones with a microphone attached to talk to each other on the ride. It takes about the same time the limo ride took, but I bet it covers twice if not three times the distance.

"What do you think?" Emerson asks as we fly over the neighboring city.

"It's amazing," I tell him breathlessly.

Jameson glances over at me with a mischievous grin. "How would you feel about bungee jumping? You know where they strap a big rubber band to your ankles, and you jump off of something really high."

My eyes go wide. "Are we doing that?"

He laughs through the microphone. "Not tonight. Our three pack members might kill us if we even thought about it."

"Whew," I say. "I'll do it with you, but not tonight."

"Yeah?" he asks with the raise of his eyebrow.

"Yeah," I smile back at him.

Emerson whistles. "You better not tell the others until after it's done."

I laugh. "I do what I want."

His smile is brighter than the landing strip below us. "That's fair."

Their plan for the night is a play on an inside joke from a few weeks ago when I told them I'd never met anyone famous,obviously being sarcastic since the two of them and, come to find out, Raine are all models. The latter not doing much work in the business anymore. So, tonight they brought me to the largest bookstore in the state where a super famous author is signing. They know that I love her movies and books even more, because, come on, the book is always better.

They took my photo with her, and we got some signed books before walking around for hours picking out other things. Even grabbing some stuff for our packmates back home. By the time we get back to the helicopter, I feel like I've run a marathon. It probably doesn't help that I had a game this morning. But there's no way I'm missing one second of this.

We fly back to our city where the limo waits for us as we land. I crawl into the middle of the backseat with them placing a hand on each of their legs. "Tonight has been one of the greatest nights of my life. Thank you."

"The night is still young," Jameson promises as his twin squeezes my thigh where he's resting his hand.

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