Page 83 of Truth or Pack

"What do I need to know about the country club?" I asked, trying to change the direction of the conversation.

"They’re all rich assholes that try and one-up each other at every turn. So, it's best just to smile and nod. Let them talk about themselves and answer questions with a question," Holt told me.

"Act like you own the place and smell something bad," Mathias added. “You’ll fit right in.”

"‘Smell something bad?’ Why?" I questioned that line of thinking. Sometimes, it was hard to tell when they were joking or not.

"The look of disgust, that’s the key," he told me.

"Key or not, I don't know if that is something I can do."

"Just be you, darlin'. We've got your back," Holt reassured me. “I’d rather you be nothing like these people.”

"And I've got yours," I agreed. "How much longer till we arrive?"

"About twenty more minutes,” Holt said.

"Oh good, I get to DJ," I smirked at him as I connected my phone. The music turned on and everyone was singing along, forgetting about our worries. At least for a few minutes.

My nerves started to rise and my leg began to bounce as we stopped at the gates of the country estate. It was breathtakinglyset on the edge of the mountain range. The greenery of the golf course greeted us as Holt entered the code and we were on our way in.

The clubhouse and all the other amenities were located in the center of everything. It was a grand estate and I didn't feel like I would fit in. Even in my fancy new clothes.

There was a hand on my shoulder that gave me a little squeeze of reassurance.

"They don't deserve you," Mathias told me. “Don’t give them a second fucking thought. You look great, we’re strong together, fuck the rest.”

This bond would take some getting used to, I didn't mean to send that down to them.

"Mathias is right. Don't let anyone dull your sparkle," Ash added.

"Never," Holt agreed.

"How's a girl gonna do that with you three and all these compliments coming my way?" I asked, though my leg still bounced as he drove through the parking lot. I wasn’t going to be able to let this anxiety go until this was over.

There was silence as we pulled into a spot and parked.

My hand went to the door handle and Holt grabbed my other wrist, "Don't you dare."

Ash jumped out of the back and pulled open my door, "Did you forget you're ours, princess?"

"No?" I asked. "But I didn't know that I couldn't open my own door."

"I know you're being sarcastic but we will spoil you any way we can," he said as he held out a hand for me.

I took it and hopped down from the truck as graceful as I could. Mathias held out a hand for me, and I slid my palm in his, but still held onto Ash with the other. Part of me wished there was a way to hold Holt's as well.

"How are Daisy and the babies doing? Are we okay to leave them?" I asked, just remembering all the days I missed with the babies.

"They are all thriving. I promise we will go back and visit them as soon as we are done here. You won't believe how big they already are," Holt told me with a smile. The way he talked about his cows and the adorable crinkle in the corner of his eyes had me melting a bit, until I registered what he said.

"What? They are bigger? That is not fair," I pouted. A whole week and now they’ve grown.

"They aren't too much bigger, twins take a longer time to reach the size of just one calf. They have grown some, though," he admitted.

"Will I still be able to pet them?" I asked as he guided us towards the people milling around.

"That will be up to Daisy," he told me, but the conversation cut off as we stepped into the foyer.

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