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“Then, what is the point?” he asks.
“The point is, our new mate is back and she’s already claimed E.A. and Toshi.”
His bright eyes light with understanding, and he smiles as he shakes his head at me.
“What, am I not enough for you now, Echo?” he teases.
“You know I could never get enough of you,” I assure him. “But you’re probably going to have to get used to sharing me more often. We have two new mates, Spencer.”
That sounds insane, but it’s true.
Even though Toshi’s been here for the past few years, we were treating him like a platonic friend until Leanne came along and made us realize he’d been pining over us, probably the whole time we were desperately trying to find a way to get him to join us without scaring him off.
“I know,” Spencer says, giving me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
Uh oh. He’s thinking about E.A. That’s the only time he ever gets that look.
It’s the only time he starts to feel agitated, and he’s definitely starting to feel agitated.
I reach back and turn on the shower. “Have a shower. You’ll feel better.”
It’s usually true, just not when it comes to the stuff E.A. does to piss him off.
I didn’t even hear E.A. this morning, and Spencer hasn’t seen him yet today.
What could he even have done to piss him off?
I shouldn’t ask. I don’t want to know.
Knowing doesn’t help.
Gods, let my heat unite us.
I don’t want my Alphas to separate.
I leave Spencer to have his shower, going into the bedroom and tossing my towel into the laundry basket by the bathroom door. I stand still and listen. I can’t hear talking anymore, but that doesn’t mean much. They could be in the kitchen, or in Toshi’s bedroom.
I pick through my closet, settling for a tight black band t-shirt that’s a bit faded, and ripped black cargo pants. I decide my wet hair looks fine as it is, but I put on dark grey eyeliner.
I’m just getting up when Spencer walks in from the bathroom, dumping a towel in the laundry basket and heading straight for the dresser. He’s not stomping around, exactly, but he does get heavier footed when he’s in a mood.
He shoves on the first t-shirt he puts his hands on, and the first pair of boxer shorts.
He doesn’t have to think about his outfits. He dresses like an action movie hero in plain t-shirts and jeans all the time. I couldn’t do it, but it does look easy.
“I’m going downstairs,” he tells me.
“Um, what?” I ask, as I put my eyeliner down and stand up.
“If E.A.’s back, it’s where he’ll be.”
Makes sense, I guess. E.A. is kind of a workaholic.
“Okay, sure. Maybe I should …”
“You’re staying up here.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh, I am, am I?”
