Page 11 of A Pack of Mistletoe
All times? My brain stutters.
I should protest, insist I can take care of myself—but isn’t this exactly why I agreed to the plan? For even the smallest chance of keeping the life I’ve built here?
“Okay,” I manage. “So what do we do?”
“You’ll need to move into the hotel with us.” Harlan says it with the authority of a man who’s never heard the wordno.
“That’s not going to work,” Logan says, glancing up at him. I have the insane urge to demand he look at me instead, but I suppress it.
“Why?” Harlan asks, not breaking eye contact—with me.
“Because we only have the room for a few more days. I talked to Cole—some podcast hosts have it next for a pre-launch promo. We needed new accommodations even before this happened.”
Relief loosens my chest. I couldn’t imagine five alphas crammed into a hotel room with me.
Harlan’s gaze sweeps my tiny breakfast nook. “We’re moving in here, then.”
This must be what a stroke feels like, because I’m positive I heard him wrong.
“You can’t be serious,” Logan says, ice in his tone. “Wecannotstay here.”
“Hey, it may not be the presidential suite, but it doesn’t have bugs or anything,” I shoot back, glaring. Defensive of my little house, and ignoring the fact that one opened bedroom door would unleash an avalanche of clothes.
“I’m sure that’s not what Logan meant, Rosie,” Kai says, glaring at him.
Logan rolls his eyes. “Of course not. But, come on, it’s not even possible to fit two people in this house, let alone six.”
“Sure it is.” Evander chirps, setting a steaming mug of my favorite tea in front of me. His luminous green eyes meet mine, and the bastard winks. Damn if that grin doesn’t do something to my insides.
“I’m sure we could get very cozy with Candy here,” he teases. Kai’s low growl only fuels the strange heat Evander stirs in me. Thank god for the drugs negating my scent.
“We can get a pack bed,”Wyatt adds helpfully.
I gape. Logan isn’t wrong. My house is tiny. There’s no way they can all fit, even short-term. And I amdefinitelynot sleeping with a bunch of alphas I just met.
“You can’t sleep with me!” I practically screech. “I just met you!”
“You said you’d pretend to be our omega. Our scent-sensitive omega,” Harlan reminds me, his deep, dominant voice leaving no room for argument. I shift in my seat. He’s right. Ididsay that. And despite all my lies, I don’t break my word.
“I also said I wasn’t offering anything more than appearances,” I snap.
He nods once, all business. “If we want it to look like we’re settling in with our mate in Lakeside Point, we need to make adjustments. Like a pack bed.”
“But it’s one bedroom. Both a pack bed and my bed won’t fit in this house.” I point out.
He shrugs. “We can sleep on the pack bed, you can take the couch. Having two beds in the house would raise red flags anyways.”
And damn it, he’s right. It’d look completely normal for scent-sensitive mates to buy a pack bed. A random twin mattress for the mysterious roommate in a one bedroom house? Not so much.
I bite my lip. Harlan’s gaze flicks to my mouth before meeting my eyes again.
I look to Kai. Despite the time apart, I trust him.. Being a beta has always been my armor. Eventually, though, the omega will break through, and then everything will get complicated.
One thing at a time.
I glance at my very lumpy couch and sigh.
“Just until we find a more permanent place,” Kai assures me.
