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She’s quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she answers. “I need to find a new job. Jazz is ready to take over my spot at OmegaBox. I hate leaving Lark, but… it’s time. I want a new challenge. Something in the startup world. I like the rush of a project that doesn’t have legs yet.”

Beck’s hands pause on her feet for a second. “Anything but toilet paper, right, sugar?”

I smile against her hair. Leith tilts his head back slightly, looking up at her.

Piers stops pacing and turns toward us, arms crossed. “You want to build something new?”

She nods. “Yeah. I think I do.”

I tighten my arms around her gently and murmur, “I may have an idea.”

forty-eight

Epilogue – Camelia

“Beck, get your ass down here right now,” I yell up the kitchen stairs. Beck appears on the landing, quick, looking down at me with those warm, hazel eyes, a sexy smirk on his face.

“No need to yell, sugar. If you want the Love Doctor, you just have to ask.”

I roll my eyes and pretend to be annoyed when he bends down and throws me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard enough to make me slick.

“What’s the rush?” he asks the rest of the pack, sitting around the kitchen table. He gently puts me down in front of Piers, who pulls me into his lap.

“Cammie wants to celebrate,” Finn says like Beck should already know. He shouldn’t. I only decided it five minutes ago.

Beck takes the empty chair next to Leith. “I thought we were celebrating tomorrow.”

I settle back against Piers’ chest. “That’s with Lark and Lucy and their packs. Tonight I want it to be just us.”

Tomorrow we are celebrating Finn and Graham’s official company launch. The timing is good for another reason, too. After nearly a year, Shayna Cummins’ trial concluded last week. She got twenty years for what she did to me plus her laundry list of other legal issues.

“What did you have in mind, sunshine?” Piers’ voice rumbles against my ears and gooseflesh pops up on my arms. I suppress a shiver.

“The caterer is coming later with dinner for the five of us. But first, I thought we might go to your swimming hole,” I look back at Piers then turn my eyes to Beck, “for skinny dipping.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he shouts while doing a fist pump, then stops looking puzzled. “But that’s more of a celebration for me. Aren’t we celebrating Finn?”

I smile, intentionally slow and then catch Finn’s gaze. “Finn is going to like skinny dipping, very, very much.” It’s been ten months since we bonded, and I still have the ability to make my shyest alpha blush.

I scramble out of Piers’ lap and pick up a bag I placed on the counter. “Piers, you carry this. Beck, grab the speakers. Leith, there’s a cooler with drinks and snacks by the fridge.” Leith opens the cooler and snags a beer for himself and tosses another to Beck.

“And you,” I point to Finn. He stands immediately and walks right to me. “You’re holding my hand the entire way.”

He takes my hand in his and lifts it to his lips. “Thank you.”

I lean forward and kiss him. It’s soft and slow and full of promise. “You can thank me later.” I wink and turn toward the rest of my guys. “Let’s go. I want at least three hours of full sun on my bare skin.”

“Dibs on sunscreen duty,” Beck yells as we pile out of the house.

“You can rub it on my shoulders, but you’ll have to buy me dinner before you go any lower.” Leith lifts his beer to his lips and takes a sip.

Beck comes to a dead halt, causing Piers to nearly collide into his back. “Did you just,” he blinks at Leith, “make a joke?”

Leith grunts and takes another sip of his beer.

Finn squeezes my hand, his expression soft. “I love you,” he says so only I hear it.

I bump my shoulder into his body. “I love you, too. And when we get to the swimming hole, I’m going to show you just how much.”