Page 115 of Two For the Show
“Do you think it has anything to do with the fact that the guys and I can feel each other through the bond? Like I’m getting some of your pheromones from them, too, so I have five people who are pumping me full of the good stuff?”
I chuckle and lie down beside him. “Maybe. Our bond is very unique. I haven’t heard anyone say they can feel their packmates clearly like you all can. It’s curious, but it goes to prove that bonding is just as much magic as it is science.”
“You still can’t leave me,” he says with a fake cough. “I’m sick.”
I roll my eyes. “Sure you are, Alpha.”
“I am!” he insists. He pastes on a smug little smile. “Sick of not being around you.”
I cannot hold back my laugh at the reminder of our first date, even if we didn’t call it that at the time, where he blew into my trailer while the rest of the troupe was having a cookout and strong-armed me into hanging out with him. I lean over him and kiss him softly.
“Well, fortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me forever.”
“Forever?” Dario calls from the doorway of our new two-story trailer. “That doesn’t feel long enough, if I’m being honest.”
None of us wanted to spend any amount of time apart, so we upgraded. Dexter conducted extensive research to compare the best options, and we ultimately settled on a trailer that featured a second-story loft large enough to convert into a comfortable nest with a massive mattress. It takes up the whole space up there, but that’s all we need. All of the everyday living happens on the first floor.
We do have to stumble downstairs to go to the bathroom, but hey, the circus life isn’t for the weak of heart. It’s a sacrifice we’re willing to make to live how we want.
“Guys!” Jude calls up the stairs. “Come down here!”
“Ooh, our Alpha sounds serious,” Dario says, reaching for my hand. “Let’s go see what he needs.”
The three of us head downstairs, finding Dexter and Matteo on the couch and Jude at the table, staring at his laptop.
“What is it?” I ask, perching on my Prime Alpha’s knee as Quinton stretches himself over Dexter and Matteo. I bury my face in his neck, his cordial cherry pheromones immediately relaxing me.
Jude gestures at his laptop as he adjusts me on his lap. “I got an email.”
“Oh, well, then the service is working as intended,” Dario teases. “I’m pleased to know the internet is behaving exactly how it was meant to.”
Jude rolls his eyes. “Shut up. I got an email from this woman, Scarlette Ash. She said she’s the head talent scout for Pack Palms Hotel and Casino in Vegas. She saw our performance and wants us to audition for a residency.”
“A residency?” My heart is beating out of my chest. “Really?”
I look at my pack, and all of them look like they’re about to pass out.
“They want us for a Vegas show?” Matteo says softly. “Like, a real Vegas show?”
Jude nods excitedly. “Yeah, I mean, we have to do the whole show for them, but apparently they’ve been really interested in us since we went viral by ousting the clowns, and Alex’s performance cemented it.”
“Holy shit,” Dario exhales. “Holy shit.”
“This is amazing!” I hug Jude tightly around the neck. “This is the dream, right?”
He chews his lip, eyes a little misty. “Carl wouldn’t be able to believe it,” he says quietly. “His misfit troupe could get a Vegas residency. He’d think I was fucking with him.”
Dexter crowds behind us, needing to see the email for himself. “They want us there in a week?” he yelps. “What about our tour schedule?”
“Fuck the tour schedule!” Quinton says, hopping to his feet. “All the guys will understand. They want this as much as we do. We’ll cancel the next two stops for now, and get our asses to Vegas.”
Tears spring to my eyes, and I can’t stop them from falling down my face. Dario grabs my cheeks. “What is it? Why are you crying?”
It takes a moment for me to get myself under control,but when I do, I nuzzle his hand. “Quinton is in remission, and you guys are getting a Vegas show. It’s like, the best day ever.”
“Let’s go tell the guys.” Matteo jumps to his feet. “They’re going to lose their shit.” He grabs my hand and pulls me off of Jude’s lap, throwing open the door and pulling me down the stairs, the rest of our pack close behind.
None of us can wait to share the good news with our family, our troupe.
