Page 51 of The Grizzly Situation
“Yes, absolutely. I’m so proud of both of you.”
And that seemed to settle their fears as they snuggled against me. I slid an arm over each of them and held them there, needing them to know I was freaked out, but not angry—never angry.
“Cub?” Chaim nodded in my direction.
“Are you sure about this?” Brent wheedled, sounding like a kid himself.
“We are,” Benjy stated flatly.
Brent sighed and walked over to where we sat. “Uly, would it be okay if I… if I sniffed you?”
Wow, talk about random questions. “Why?”
“Benjy and Chaim seem to think?—”
“We know, cub. This is no longer a possibility, it’s definite.”
“Fine, Benjy and Chaim tell me that you and I are… connected. The only way I can find out for sure is if you allow me to sniff you.”
Weirdest. Trip. Ever.
Chapter Fourteen
BRENT
I stoodover Uly as he snuggled with the kids. The boys were content just being held, and the satisfied smiles warmed my heart. I glanced up to find Chaim and Benjy watching me. Neither seemed nervous, like worrying they could be wrong. Instead Chaim had his arms crossed over his massive chest, and Benjy had his hand on Chaim’s back as he put his head on the big bicep.
“Are we doing this?” Uly asked, sounding frustrated.
“You’re sure this is okay?” I entreated.
“It’s fine,” he huffed. “Just get it over with, but afterward I want an explanation of what the heck is going on.”
“You’ll get it, I promise,” Chaim replied.
“No, not from you. I want it from Brent.”
Very few people would snipe at someone as big as Chaim, but Uly had come into his own and grown an enormous set of balls. I liked that.
“Okay, let’s try it.”
I leaned in and sniffed, drawing his scent into my lungs. Instantly my brain was screaming that this place, this house was not my home. The three guys cuddled together in front of me were what I needed to make me happy. I inhaled again, getting notes of coffee and chocolate from Uly, but then, beneath it, so subtle I had to actually look for it, were wispy scents of wildflowers. It was like being on a picnic in a large field, sitting with a shadowy figure who entices me so very much.
“Brent?”
His voice was soft, sweet, uncertain. “Uly, you smell… amazing.”
“Yeah, Momma, you smell so good!” Eddie exclaimed, sounding dreamy and dazed.
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”
I didn’t want to move. I hadn’t felt this level of bliss in years. From far away I heard Benjy’s voice.
“I’ve got this.”
“Floor is all yours, Benjy,” Chaim replied.
“I want to hear it from Brent,” Uly groused.
