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This guy who kind of looks like Oliver is pointing at me with his mouth hanging open.
Another one pops up behind him and looks just as shocked to see me sitting at the breakfast table. His eyes jump to my neck.
“Holy shit, that’s your mate?!”
Oliver is smiling proudly. I could kiss him. I can’t believe he’s so excited to have me as his mate.
“You marked her, bro?”
Oliver stands up and presents me. “This is Layla, my mate. Layla, these are my brothers, Michael and Leo.”
“Hi,” I say, smiling shyly.
They just stare at me in shock.
“Is he here?” A woman’s voice asks. Suddenly, there’s a woman in here too, gawking at me as well. She’s cute with green eyes and auburn hair.
“Layla, this is Leo’s mate, Tara,” Oliver says. “Tara, this is my mate, Layla.”
“Mate?” she says while staring at me like I’m some kind of alien or something. “Where did you find her, Oliver? In the rain?”
“A tree fell on my car,” I say with a shy smile. “He came and rescued me.”
All three of them turn to Oliver. He just beams. He looks so happy. “It’s true.”
They sit around the table and help themselves to our breakfast while they throw a gazillion questions at me.
“Where do you live?”
“What do you do?”
“When are you moving in?”
“Are you afraid of thunder and lightning too?”
I answer as much of them as I can, but then Oliver shuts the intense questioning down. “We have to go,” he says.
“But she just got here!” Michael complains.
“She has a book signing in town,” he says proudly. “My mate is a famous author.”
I’d argue about the famous part. Especially since no one showed up to my signing, but I’m not about to bring that up while they look so interested.
“You have a signing?” Tara asks as she looks me over. “Now?”
“Yeah,” I say, feeling horribly undressed in my dirty, torn, wrinkled dress.
“Would you like to borrow something to wear?”
“Really?” I say, lighting up.
“Of course! You’re part of the crew now.”
“Thank you!”
I feel so relieved as she brings me to her log cabin and shows me some outfits. I pick a cute jean skirt and a black tank top that fits me perfectly. She even lets me use all of her makeup and by the time I’m done, I’m looking pretty good.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I say when I rush out.
