Page 76 of Power Shift

Every night when I get home, my skin itches deeper, and my nose burns. Maybe it’s because I’ve recently found my scent matches, but either way, I need it to stop before I can’t stand being at home anymore.

“Pretty good, actually. Dash has been on fire this season.”

“And Landon?” I ask. Hopefully, my concern isn’t too obvious.

Jasper lowers his voice slightly. “He’s the same as he has been. We all miss you, Briar.”

“You’re back in two days, right? I know Ronan mentioned me coming to your next home game . . . is that something all of you would want?”

“I’ll buy you season tickets if that’ll mean you’re at every single game, not just the next one.”

I nip at my cheek. “I guess that’s that, then.”

“Not yet. There was something else behind the reason I called.”

“What’s that?”

“There should be a delivery arriving for you any moment now.”

“What? Where?”

“At the clinic. I sent you a bit of a present. One of many you’re going to receive from us.”

I nearly drop the phone in my rush to the front doors. Alicia stops talking mid-sentence, the clinic’s phone pressed to her ear. I wave a hand at her and force myself to slow down before Iscare the delivery man and he reports back to Jasper that I’m an absolute nut.

“You good, Briar?” Alicia asks.

“Yep!”

Jasper’s chuckle is as smooth as the whiskey in his scent. “Swap to FaceTime. I need to see your excitement for myself. Hearing it isn’t enough.”

My stomach flips. I bring my phone in front of my face and, with a tap of my finger, watch as the screen turns black. He answers instantly, and I chomp down on my tongue before blurting out something embarrassing.

Hair damp and cheeks pink, Jasper stares at me, mouth split in a smile. I didn’t think it was possible for teeth to sparkle on camera, but I was wrong.

“Is it there yet?” he asks.

I look over my phone at the glass doors, finding a white delivery truck parked out front, a tall man walking around the hood with a medium-sized brown box in his hands.

“I think so.”

“Is that Briar?” Ronan’s voice draws my gaze back.

He’s just as wet and red as Jasper but somehow more alive. Like he thrives on physical activity. Goosebumps lift all over my skin as I stare at the two men, wishing I was there.

“Hi, Ronan.”

His gaze is intense. “Look at you. Fucking gorgeous.”

“Don’t try to show me up,” Jasper mutters.

“Step up your game, then.”

“I didn’t see you calling her.”

“Because you did it for the both of us.”

“Guys,” I interrupt, rolling my eyes. “I’m about to get the box.”

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