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I might never recover from saying goodbye to Pack Bishop.
Chapter forty-five
Bishop
I’m in a bit of a daze when Rueben brings Scarlett into the lounge, still thinking over what Scout was trying to articulate about our guest. It takes me a second to realize something’s wrong, and Rueben’s bringing our future mate into the room because of this.
“What happened?” I ask, getting to my feet quickly and looking Scarlett over.
She looks embarrassed. “I’m fine. Honestly. I just get migraines sometimes.”
I frown at Rueben, and he knows I’m asking him to explain.
“She dropped the mop and spaced out a bit, for a second,” he says.
“It was nothing,” she says, as she sits down. “I’ll be fine. I just need to be rest until it goes away.”
“You get migraines a lot?”
“Not really …” she starts, sounding hesitant.
“Well, then I probably have more experience than you do,” I tell her, as I kneel down in front of her and take her face in my hands.
Staring into her pretty blue eyes feels very intimate, but I’m looking for any sign that we might need to rush her to the clinic in town to be seen by a doctor. I check both eyes carefully, but there’s nothing unusual going on. When I move a hand down to check how her pulse is, her heart starts to beat a little faster. I count inside my head, but I already know it’s a normal response.
I can’t help wondering if Rueben did or said something that made Scarlett realize he’s her mate.
“Okay,” I tell her, letting my hands move back to my sides as I stand back up. “You should lay down on your side. I’ll close the blinds.”
“What’s that for?” Rueben asks, standing over Scarlett with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What?” I ask, absently as I move over to the window.
“What test are you doing by closing the blinds?” he asks.
“I’m not doing a test. I’m making sure the room is dark. It should help with Scarlett’s migraine.”
“So, it was a migraine then?”
“I told you it was,” she protests.
“I checked for anything more sinister,” I tell Rueben. “Her reactions were normal. She probably just needs to take a nap.”
“Well,” Rueben says, as I close the blinds. “I’d better make sure she’s comfy then.”
I expect to hear him leave, to grab blankets or something.
I hear him sit down instead, and when I turn back around, he’s perched on the couch opposite Scarlett, and he’s bringing one of her legs up between his.
I catch the little lip-bite she does as he starts unlacing her sneaker.
I don’t know if she really has a migraine or not, but it’s easy to see she’s attracted to us now.
My heart races as I bite back a smile. Three days in and I can see a real difference.
Maybe we don’t even need a whole week to show her we’re meant for her.
I think she already knows, even if she’s trying not to admit it.
