Page 77 of Power Shift

They stop bickering as I pull the door open for the delivery man and take the extended box from him.

“Briar?” he asks.

“That’s me. Do I need to sign or anything?”

“No. Have a great day.”

“You too,” I say half-mindedly, staring down at the package. “Can I set this on the desk, Alicia?”

“Go for it.”

“Show us you opening it,” Ronan says.

Jasper snorts a laugh. “Please, Briar.”

I balance the phone on the desk against the stapler and set the box down, peeling up the corner of the tape with my nail.

“Do I get a hint as to what’s inside?” I ask.

“I can’t wait to see you wearing it,” Jasper teases.

My mind explodes with possibilities that make me glad the de-scenter in here is even stronger than the stuff at my apartment.

Once the tape is gone, I slowly peel the box open and stare inside with eyes growing glassier by the second. The bright blue arms of the hockey jersey are fit with a number 1 while the white back of it has Montgomery stitched in the same shade of blue.

It’s simple but thoughtful. Something that I wouldn’t have felt comfortable asking for yet would have hated not having while watching their last game on TV.

“Number one doesn’t belong to any one of us, so we figured it would be perfect for you,” Jasper explains.

I run my fingers along the silky fabric and the letters that spell the name of their pack. “It’s beautiful. I’ve never had a hockey jersey before, let alone a custom one.”

I’d recognize Ronan’s purr anywhere, and even hearing it through the phone is intoxicating. It sends flutters through every inch of me.

“We were hoping you’d wear it to our next game,” he says.

Grabbing my phone, I bring it close and murmur, “I’d love to.”

“Sounds incredible. And we’ll see you before then,” Jasper swears.

“I’ll be waiting.”

And honestly, while patience isn’t my forte, I’m growing to realize it’s well worth it when it comes to these men.

25

DASH

We’reall sore and exhausted when we get home. Jasper’s moving in hyper speed to get our luggage in from the car and up to our rooms before Briar arrives while Ronan disappears to shower.

My stomach still hasn’t settled from the flight, so I make a beeline for the kitchen to grab some water. Landon’s following me, but I don’t have the energy to start a conversation right now. When he doesn’t speak, either, I assume we’re on the same page.

Only as soon as I start filling up a glass, his sharp tone cuts through the kitchen.

“What are your plans with the omega?”

“Her name is Briar, Landon.”

“Fine. What are you doing with her here tonight?”

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