I lower the phone and look down at Raff, who is resting his chin on my knee with an expression of complete innocence that fools absolutely nobody.
"Adam," I say.
"I heard." He stands, reaching for his shirt. Then he looks at me with those dark gray eyes, his mouth pulling into a slow smile. "Tell me again how good her mouth felt on you."
I roll my eyes, then tuck myself back in and zip up. "Do you really want to make Adam wait?"
Raff pauses, pretending to think about it. It’s both flattering and deeply concerning.
Finally, the alpha lets out a slow breath through his nose, grabs his shirt off the back of the chair, and pulls it over his head. “Fine.” He crosses to the hook by the door and lifts a set of keys off it, giving them a single toss and catching them without looking. "But I want details on the drive."
"Absolutely not," I tease, following him out.
We head out through the back of the shop, past the skeletal frames of three stripped sedans and a pickup with no doors, to where a row of cars sits waiting on the back lot.
"Hey,” I say. “Can I ask you something?"
Raff glances back. "When have you ever asked permission?"
Fair point.
"How are you feeling about Elowen?" I ask. "Like, actually."
Raff slows and his expression shifts into something a bit more serious. "Good," he says. "Really good, actually. You?"
"Excited," I say, and I mean it. "Which is weird, right?Because this whole situation is insane. I mean, I should probably be freaking out. Right?”
"But you're not.” Raff’s brows raise, making it clear that it’s a question.
"I'm not," I say. "I keep thinking about her. Not even like—what happened between us in that tent." I pause. "But weird things. Like I want to bring her dinner and do her laundry. All I can think about is if she has enough blankets."
Raff stares at me.
"What?" I say.
"Nothing." But the corner of his mouth is pulling up.
"Say it."
"I find it interesting that you’re a full-blown pack-beta," he says. “I guess it shouldn’t surprise me too much. I mean, you didn’t even know you like men until you met me and Cliff.” He winks and I can’t help but smile.
"That's different." I give him a pointed look.
"Is it?"
"I'm not into men," I say, firmly. "I'm intoyouandCliff. That's a very specific and narrow demographic."
Raff laughs, low and genuine, and makes my chest warm.
"Come on," he says, still smiling. "Let's grab a car off the back lot and head home.”
The second we walk in,I inhale deeply. The house smellsamazing.
Something with garlic and butter, and there’s definitely freshly baked bread.
Raff moves ahead of me, as we step into the brightkitchen.
Cliff at the stove, in a pair of dark jeans and a faded T-shirt from his boxing gym. It stretches tight around his biceps as he stirs something in the big pot. Adam is beside the alpha, cutting up the garlic bread with a weird amount of focused energy.
