Page 54 of Talk About… Trouble

“I’d like to, but I’m figuring out a job,” Devon admitted. “My savings were covering the apartment.”

I looked at him, excitement hitting me. “What about those charcuterie boards? You could offer them as a business.”

He looked unsure of himself, which just felt wrong.

“I don’t know,” he said, tearing at his napkin as he thought it over. “I was just trying to impress you.”

“It worked,” I teased but gave him another squeeze. “What do you want to do then? What makes you happy? This would be the perfect time to figure it out.”

He pushed his pancakes around his plate, cheeks turning pink. Whatever he was thinking he was fighting the urge to tell us.

I poked him in the ribs. “If I have to not hold back, same goes for you.”

“Agreed,” Braxton said pointedly.

Nash and Shepherd just sat patiently, waiting for our omega to spill.

“I always thought it would be so cool to be a date planner,” he admitted. “I would think up combinations, stage them and post pictures, then recreate them per pack or couple. Customize it for their tastes, but give them a stress free night out or in, curated by me.”

“That’s amazing!” I gasped. “PackVlog would blow your account up for this. I can help you brainstorm and I’m absolutely willing to invest in this if you want.”

“I’d need investors,” he admitted, “and places to advertise because in a town like this, I think word of mouth would do wonders.”

“Let’s start with picking a set number, brainstorming, staging, then we’ll have a better idea for pricing and all that,” I said. What I needed was a notebook and pen. When Shepherd saw me looking around he stood and went for a kitchen drawer, pulling out a notebook and pen and bringing it over. “How did you know?”

“Your hand was twitching like you were wanting to write,” he said, shrugging.

Just like that they were learning our nuances and quirks and embracing them.

“Thanks,” I said, giving him a grin before turning my attention to the paper. “Alright, go.”

Devon started rambling on his ideas and I wrote them down, organizing his thoughts into something we could work from.

Everyone started eating again while we volleyed ideas, occasionally tossing in their own thoughts and ideas, until it was a huge list.

Devon absolutely lit up as he spoke. It was clear he never had anyone hype up his ideas instead of shooting them down.

“You think I could actually do this?” he asked, turning those warm, brown eyes on me. I pulled him close and pressed my lips to his.

“Absolutely. It’s happening.”

Devon

Holy shit, I have a pack.The thought kept repeating in my head as if I couldn’t quite grasp that it was true. Yet, here I was sitting out on Shepherd’s porch, watching the sexy alpha chop wood.

Nash, Wren, and Braxton all had work to catch up on, but I was still in the planning stages of this new business adventure.

And it felt awful.

There was this awful guilt eating me alive for not contributing like they all were. I didn’t want to be a kept omega. Sure, spoil the fuck out of me and take care of me, but I wasn’t the type to sit at home and present for his alphas, and keeping house.

“Get over here, firecracker!” Shepherd called out. His large chest was rising and falling, sweat glistening on his flushed skin.

“Coming,” I choked out, trying to will my scent and cock to not betray me.

“You look like you’re in your head over there,” he said when I was close enough to talk normally.

“Well, an ax wielding alpha is over here glistening in the sun, can you blame me?” I deflected with a flirty grin.

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