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“Hmm.” Lucas sounded like he was considering it. “I think we should ask her to stay in our trailer.”
“Remember what Morgan said about living in the forest over the weekend?”
“Yeah. There’s always dirt in your hair,” Lucas agreed. “But I like dirt. Iris might too.”
Kai chuckled. “I’m not sure, Bubba. We could ask, but if she doesn’t want to, we can’t be sad about it. Most people don’t like to live in the forest as much as us.”
“Can’t we live here with her, then? Gramma said mates are supposed to take care of each other. That’s why grampa always cooks for her—cause she’s bad at cooking. Maybe you can do things for Iris that she’s bad at. Like remembering towels and clothes. And then she can make you smile more, as long as you’re not mean.”
I bit my lip to hide a grin.
“I don’t know, bud. I think that’s something for me and Iris to talk about first. But I promised you I won’t be mean to her, right?”
“Right. Just don’t take her chocolate milk,” Lucas said with a laugh.
Kai laughed too—the sound rich enough and gravelly enough to make me feel like I’d had a stroke of luck just to hear it.
The subject changed, and I waited a minute before calling out, “Hey, have you seen my brush by chance?”
I was pretty sure it was in the bag, but needed to announce my presence somehow.
“Ask her if we can move here too,” Lucas whispered.
I had to bite back a laugh when Kai whispered back, “Okay.” He raised his voice and called out, “I think it’s in the bag on the stairs.”
“Thanks.” I dug around in the bag, and came out with the old, faded hot pink brush a minute later.
“What else did I forget?” he checked, flashing me an apologetic grimace from where he was mopping the floor.
Something about seeing my massive, inked-up mate with a mop only made him even sexier.
“It’s not your job to remember my brush,” I reminded him, lifting it to my tangles. “Thanks for the conditioner. My hair’s nearly impossible to brush if I only use shampoo.”
“Of course.” His eyes moved slowly down my body, and then back up.
Though he didn’t voice it, I could see his appreciation for the way I wore the floral dress he’d picked out for me. It was pink and white, and I made a note of the fact that he’d chosen it over so many others. Since it wasn’t particularly low-cut and fell firmly into the middle of the length-range I usually stayed within, I wasn’t sure what was so significant about it.
Maybe he just liked the colors?
I remained on the stairs while I tugged the brush through my hair. Lucas whispered something else to Kai, and he cleared his throat, looking at me. His cheeks were tinged slightly pink as he said, “Lucas and I have decided that you should probably spend the night at our trailer so you don’t have to sleep on the floor tonight. He’s generously offering my bed to you.”
My lips curved upward.
I must’ve missed that part of the conversation.
“Dad never sleeps in his bed anymore anyway,” Lucas said quickly. “He always sleeps on the couch since it smells like you.”
The look of surprise Kai flashed the little boy told me that he hadn’t realized his son knew why he’d been crashing on the couch.
“Thank you both. I think a sleepover would be fun.” I flashed Lucas a smile, and his whole damn face brightened.
“You could make dad sleep in the bed with you too, if you want. My gramma makes my grampa sleep in her bed to keep her feet warm,” Lucas added.
A snort escaped Kai, and I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
With my hair brushed, I threw myself into the cleaning too—and ended up with a small, curly-haired shadow following me around, telling me all about his “uncles” Enzo, Finn, Axel, and Nico, and about his grandma and grandpa too. He didn’t talk about his own pack, but that didn’t surprise me.
They were being raised by assholes, after all.
