“Her father didn’t come.”
“No, but his men were on the phone before they cleared the parking spot where our vehicle is parked,” Easton says.
“No other problems?”
“Not yet,” he drawls. “Nothing will surprise me, though. Lana is almost done with the bedroom. All the big shit is in the truck.”
“Is the manager gone?”
“He’s been lurking in the lobby. He’s being watched.”
“Keep me informed,” I say, turning to watch Haven walk toward me.
“Will do. Congratulations. Finding your mate is a big occasion. Will you invite us out of the dark to meet her?” he asks.
“No. You’re way too pretty.” I hang up, paying no attention to his laughter.
“Is there a reason my father is calling over and over?” she asks, stopping in front of me.
“Yes. Your apartment is being packed.” I tilt my head, waiting for her reaction. I didn’t necessarily ask her permission to do it, but she said she needed to. When I see something that needs to be done, I do it.
“Who's packing?”
“Some men I know. They’re shifters. One of them has a sister who is taking care of the things in your bedroom.” I rub my jaw.“I acknowledge my tendencies. I often forget to ask to take care of something that needs to be done.”
“Do they work for you?”
“Sometimes. They work for Heath. Hunter and I have spent time with them, and they handle the things we can’t do as we don’t like to travel far away from home anymore. Once we found Lawson, we stay close.”
She looks away. “Will I meet them?”
“Not if I can help it,” I rumble, and she meets my eyes.
She laughs. “Why?”
“The bears flirt, and the leopard likes blondes.”
“So?”
“So?” I narrow my eyes.
“You would be jealous,” she says.
“No,” I deny, and she moves closer. “Until we are mated, I don’t like any male near you.” She presses her palms to my chest and tilts her head back. “I’ve been around men since we met.”
“They don’t count. Those in the family are mated. They wouldn’t dare look at you too long. Their mates are the only women they see.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
“It doesn’t matter that we aren’t mated yet,” she says softly.
“Why?” I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back further, and leaning down.
“I’m already your mate. It doesn’t matter that we haven’t completed it,” she says, and I stare at her.
“You’re mine. Ours,” I growl.
“Yes,” she whispers, looking at my mouth.
“You won’t ever leave us, Butterfly.”
