“Maisie wants to see the house,” I tell him simply, and Maisie looks at me dubiously.
“You do?” Greer asks.
“Um…sure, yeah. I would especially just like to leave here,” she says, and I notice a few people watching our conversation.
I grab Maisie’s jacket and help her slip into it as we leave and walk back to where we left the truck. Our home is only slightly out of the main town, but just enough that walking isn’t ideal at night.
“You’re sure you want to see our place? We could take you back to your room,” Greer suggests and I wish in that moment we had telepathy or something, so I could give him a rundown.
“Is Callum going to be there?” Maisie asks, toying with the sleeve of her jacket.
“He’s still working,” Greer replies.
“Then yeah, I’d like to see your place.”
We all slide into Greer’s pick up, Maisie in the middle, which seems to be the perfect fit, if I say so myself.
The ride is short, but she seems pleased with the front of our home. It isn’t some gigantic pack house, a simple four-bedroom home with a nest in the attic space. Greer and I pretty much gutted it when Fiona left. It’s still usable, but there’s no trace that it used to belong to an Omega.
Maisie follows us through the front door. An overexcited Fergus nearly knocks her over as he bounds to the front door in greeting.
“Hey, Fergus,” she says sweetly, petting his long hair.
The dog, of course, digs his nose into her crotch. Relatable, but fucking rude.
“Fergus,” I scold him as I pull him away from her. “I swear he usually has better manners. He just seems really taken with you.”
“I’m sure.” Maisie doesn’t seem to believe me as she gives Fergus a few more pets.
She looks around the space, and I wonder what she sees. The house has personality, and while it still shows its age, we’ve done a damn good job keeping the place standing
“Your home is lovely,” she says, stopping at a picture of Callum, Greer, and me from secondary school. We each have an arm tossed around one another, beaming smiles. Though I’m no longer that young lad, I’m by no means a sad man. I like my life. I love my pack, but there’s an obvious piece missing.
“Would you like a dram?” I ask her, and Greer shakes his head. “More wine, or something else?”
“Wine sounds good,” she agrees and I lead her into the lounge, and she takes a seat on the old leather couch my dad gifted us when he downsized.
Fergus plops next to her, his tongue lulling out of his mouth as he nudges her hand for pets.
“I told you he missed you,” I tell her and she hums, leaning forward and kissing his fluffy head.
Can I be jealous that Fergus got a kiss before me?
Maisie is lightly bouncing her knee, using the dog as a distraction as Greer comes back in from the kitchen. He hands Maisie her glass of wine before handing me a whisky.
He takes the chair next to mine, giving the Omega some space as he sips his liquor.
Maisie looks at me and then to Greer.
“I think we should be Maisie’s Alphas while she’s in Scotland.”
Greer clears his throat. “Is that what you want, Maisie?” Greer asks her, and she licks the taste of wine off her lips as she nods her head.
“As long as everyone understands that there’s an end date. We’d have to all be on the same page and if someone isn’t comfortable with the agreement anymore, then we stop.”
Greer leans forward resting his forearms on his elbows.
“That’s something you’d be comfortable with?”
