Maverick scowled.
Rhone scowled back.
I wondered vaguely if they were even closer than me and Harper.
There was a loud knock. “If you’re done screwing with an audience, open the fucking door!” Harper yelled from the other side of the wood.
My lips curved upward.
Maybe they weren’t closer than us.
Rhone crossed the room with an irritated expression and let Harper in. She glared at him as she pushed past.
He glared back as she hurried to the bed.
The way Maverick stiffened told me he had a hard time letting her near the mattress. It was probably a territorial thing.
He set me down beside him, so I was on the edge of the mattress. One of his hands remained on my waist, holding me up securely.
Harper flung her arms around me, ignoring the shirtless werewolf at my back as we hugged fiercely. “You scared the fuck out of me,” she said into my hair.
“It was unintentional, but I’m sorry.”
“Apology not accepted.”
“Damn.” I sighed dramatically.
She was wiping her eyes discreetly as she let go.
“Hey, Mav. Can we have second?” I asked.
“No.”
I looked back at him, a little surprised by the answer.
“He gave you too much blood,” Rhone said flatly.
I grimaced.
Maverick’s grip on my waist tightened. “Give me an hour or two and I’ll shower so you can have some space.”
Harper grabbed the remote and turned our favorite TV show on, climbing onto the mattress right next to me and ignoring the giant at my back.
Maverick grumbled, but he scooted over, pulling me with him as he made room for Harper. The side of my head rested against hers while we watched people compete to make cakes that didn’t look like cakes.
Maverick was asleep in two minutes flat, snoring loudly.
Harper turned the TV up even louder.
Rhone gave it a few minutes before leaving the room with a warning. “Text me when he wakes up. He’s not making rational decisions right now.”
“I will. Thanks.”
He nodded.
“I hate that guy,” Harper whispered.
“Why? He’s not that bad. A little too serious, maybe.”
