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It might not be the first time he’s gotten riled up enough to have to walk away from someone, but it’s definitely the first time he’s had to do it over Scarlett.
She’s already got him twisted all the way around her little finger.
Three days in our house, and she’s got all three of my pack brothers bending over backwards for her.
I wish I knew what it was exactly that she did to cause them to think she’s their mate.
Whatever spell she’s got them under needs to be broken to set them free.
I’ve tried to stay out of it, to wait for my pack brothers to see their mistake for themselves, but if they’re not going to figure it out, I’m going to have to intervene before they do something stupid that they can’t take back.
I step out of Rueben’s bedroom and head down the stairs, gaze drifting to the lounge door as soon as it’s in sight. It’s closed, like I expected. Too bad the kitchen door is open.
I won’t get away with sneaking into the lounge and having some harsh words with our ‘guest’.
Bishop sees me the second I take one step away from the staircase.
“Oh, good,” he murmurs. “I thought I was going to have to come and get you.”
“Scout did his job like a good little soldier,” I remark, as I step into the room.
The smell of his homemade tomato soup simmering on the stove top makes my mouth water, and I realize I’m actually hungry. I suppose that’s because I skipped breakfast to sit in front of Rueben’s stolen kitten while he munched his way through a bowl of the fancy packet food he apparently loves.
“You can cut the bread,” Bishop tells me, pointing out the loaf that’s sitting on the chopping board in the middle of the table.
Rueben walks in from the backyard, closing the door. He looks a bit sweaty. Bishop probably sent him out there to get rid of some of the excessive energy he’s always doused in.
He nods at me. “How’s Tiny?”
“As fluffy and annoying as he was yesterday,” I answer him, gesturing to my clothes.
He rolls his eyes. “You love him. Just admit it.”
“Go shower,” Bishop tells him as he puts the silverware down on the table.
“I thought you said lunch was ready?” Rueben complains, grimacing.
“It is, but we’re not starting without you and Scout, so go wash up.”
Rueben makes a huffing sound as he moves past me and heads out of the room.
I pick up the bread knife and start slicing the loaf.
Bishop moves around me, putting down placemats and positioning silverware.
There’s a specific way and order he tends to do things, and he’s in the zone with that while I finish up with the loaf.
“How are you feeling today?” he asks, when we’re both done.
Now, all there is to do is wait for Scout and Rueben.
“No different than yesterday,” I tell him.
“Scout says you stayed upstairs all day while Scarlett was here.”
“I was cat-sitting for the tiny terror in Rueben’s room.”
He doesn’t look amused by that answer, but I’m not surprised.
