“Fergus, do your feet weigh 800 pounds?” I ask.
“Fergus doesn’t know how to convert your disgusting imperial units into metric.”
I sigh, because fair enough.
“Plus, what are you worried about?”
“Oh, I don’t know that sweet old-fashioned Effie might think I’m a harlot for staying out all night with two Alphas.”
Lain laughs, far too loud, and I glare at him. This just has the man petting my hair down.
“Didn’t stop you from giving me a hand job in your room yesterday,” he says, and I’m not even given a chance to respond to that as Effie rounds the corner with a dog biscuit.
“Come here, my Fergus boy. Such a braw young lad,” Effie coos, and I swallow thickly. “Would you dears like some breakfast?”
“That would be lovely, Nan,” Lain says, and when I give him a quick look, he kisses my hairline and I’m nearly forced into the dining room.
We’re not alone either, because there sits my twin sister, both of us in the clothes we left in, and both of us with different men this time.
This one looks familiar in a way, but it’s hard to place. He’s got dark, shoulder-length hair and glasses, but his face is kind and the way he’s looking at Birdie has me swallowing thickly.
“Hiya Graham,” Lain says easily. “Morning Birdie.”
“Morning,” my sister says, and Graham nearly sing songs his greeting as well.
The name Graham sits in the back of my brain, like I know who he is, but I don’t actually know. I must be staring, because the man laughs.
“I take it you’ve met my brother,” the Beta says and I glance over at Lain.
“He’s Callum’s brother,” Lain says easily as Effie comes back into the living room, placing some family style plates on the table.
“Aren’t my two grandsons handsome?” Effie says.
“Very,” Birdie supplies, pushing Graham’s hair behind his ear.
Lain easily puts his arm behind me on my chair and I stiffen. He notices and I swear it makes his smile fall a little. Fuck. It was so easy to let him be affectionate last night, but now I’m in front of Birdie and Graham, who seems far nicer than the Alpha who’s made it his mission to hate me.
“What are you bunch up to today?” Effie says, sitting at the head of the table and making her own plate.
“Wherever the wind takes us,” Graham says happily.
“I’d like to get started on your socials, third party sites, and take some photos and videos today if that works for you. I’ll be doing the same for Lain tomorrow,” I say, and Effie smiles, her fingers going through her gray hair.
“I’ve told Nan a million times that I’d take some photos for her and help her with her socials, she never took me up on it,” Graham says, suspiciously looking at his Nan.
“Well, you know I never want to be a bother,” Effie replies.
“Uh huh.” Graham doesn’t seem convinced. He looks at my sister like Greer and Lain look at me and I know without a doubt this trip has gotten more complicated than either of us could have imagined.
“Well, it’s definitely not a bother. I’m excited to get started. Let’s get an introductory video and some shots of you and Angus.”
“Oh. I’ll need to freshen up if I’ll be on camera,” Effie says, a worried lit to her voice.
“I could help with that. I mean, I’m no cosmetologist or makeup guru, but I have a lot of products I brought with me to go for that no-makeup makeup look,” I say and Birdie grins across the table.
“She really is good at it. You really have time to help her with that on top of work?” Birdie says.
My stomach plummets. I’m a terrible sister, the worst maybe. Not only have I not told Birdie they fired me but that I’ve also been spending my days with a bunch of Alphas instead of spending it with her. She certainly doesn’t seem like she’s not having a good time here, the opposite really, but I don’t want to hurt her feelings. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want to spend time with her; I do. It’s just this shame I can’t seem to shake when it comes to my job. It was everything I worked for; it was also something I was hard on Birdie about in the past.
