“But I could smell you,” Bram says, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Even after I used this spray at the station.”
A silent beat hangs in the kitchen.
“Oh, come on,” I say, crossing my arms over my World’s Okayest Reader logo. “Don’t tell me I have apervfor a scent match.”
Reed lets out a sudden, barking laugh. “A perv?”
“What?” Ash looks between us, his brow furrowing.
“It’s nothing,” Bram snaps, his ears turning stop-sign red again as he tosses the bottle onto the island. “Look. It’s well past midnight. We’re all exhausted. You wanted a place to sleep—take the guest room upstairs at the end of the hall. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
“Finally,” I say. “Something we can agree on.”
9
Luna
My hand rests on the brass doorknob, my palm slightly damp as I’m caught in a crossfire inside my head.
The truth is, my body has been in a state of alert since I woke up. Proximity to three scent matches apparently does things to you that a cold shower can’t cure. I am, to put it mildly, incredibly horny, yet, a knot of stress is wound tight in my chest. It’s a weird combination.
Even through the door, I can smell a vague blend of delicious alpha scents. It’s thick and heavy, woven into the comforting scent of fried bacon and toasted bread.
My stomach gives a traitorous rumble. I haven’t eaten a real meal in what seems like forever.
Cool head, Luna. You can’t hide in the guest room forever. You can open a door.
So I do.
The hallway is empty, morning light pooling across the floorboards. Sitting right outside my door, perfectly centered, is a wooden breakfast tray. Bacon, eggs, toast, coffee. And a folded piece of white cardstock resting on the corner.
Sorry for being an asshole last night.Shout if you need anything else & take your time to come downstairs.- Deputy Dick
I pull the cardstock to my nose, closing my eyes as a scent of leather and coffee hits. It’s a sharp, aching pull that drags straight to the bottom of my lungs.
Oh God.
It’s him. The deputy, Bram. He really is my scent match, too.
A high-pitched whine vibrates in my throat before I can clamp my mouth shut. I gasp, suddenly lightheaded, my vision blurring at the edges.
My hand moves on its own, dragging the heavy cardstock along my jaw, closing my eyes as the scent wraps around me. I’m reveling in a warm haze when my foot twitches forward, making the cup of coffee wobble with a loud clatter against the tray.
The sudden noise pulls me right out of the trance. I snap my eyes open, my heart hammering as I grab the mug to keep it steady.
Shit, what the fuck am I doing?
I snatch the paper away from my face, my cheeks burning. If I’m already this far gone over a piece of stationery, what happens when I walk downstairs? What happens when there are three of them in the exact same room?
Cool head. Cool head.
I am not a slave to my biology. I can survive a conversation with three alphas... even if they’re gorgeous... and my scent matches.
I grab the tray and haul it into my room, devouring the eggs and coffee at the desk.
Hmm, pretty good.
Guess I’ll have calories to burn if I end up making another run for it.
