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And we can be too, if she lets us.
“Then let's give them a reason for the others to want to get to know us too. I know you're having a hard time with this. Willow is our scent match. All you want to do is go to her and gather her up, drag her back home, and protect her. But that’s not how it’s going to be, not with Willow.”
“I know,” I grumble, feeling slightly annoyed at the truth.
There’s a loud knock that has both of our heads snapping toward the front door.
“She’s here,” I whisper. “But I’m not ready.”
“Dane. Relax. Go let our omega in and I’ll finish up in here.”
“But—”
“Go.” He uses his alpha tone on me.
I narrow my eyes but leave him to it as I head toward the front door to answer it.
A wave of nerves hits me hard when my hand wraps around the door handle. What’s wrong with me? It takes a lot to rattle me, but this omega has me knotted up in all sorts of ways I’ve never been before.
With a racing heart and sweaty palms, I open the door.
Willow stands there, looking as stunning as ever in her white t-shirt and ripped jeans.
“Hi.” She laughs. I didn’t realize I was staring, lips parted.
Nash raises an amused brow and I slam my mouth shut and clear my throat. “Hello, Willow. Come on in.”
I take a step back and open the door wider. Nash cups Willow’s cheek and leans forward, kissing her tenderly. “Be a good girl.”
“You know I can’t promise that.” She smiles, biting her lower lip. Fuck, my cock twitches at the sight.
Nash chuckles and shakes his head and looks at me. “Good luck with this one. She’s gonna keep you on your toes.”
My lips twitch at that. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Hey.” Willow laughs. “No teaming up on me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sweetheart,” I tell her. Her cheeks turn a bright pink and I grin, loving how I affect her.
Nash leaves and Willow heads inside. “Mmmm,” she hums. “What smells so good?”
“That would be supper.” I follow her as she walks deeper into the house.
“This place is nice,” she says, looking around.
“It’s alright. Does the job.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just not home to me.” I shrug.
“Oh.” She looks away. “That’s because you already have a home.”
“Not exactly. Home isn’t a building to me.”
“It’s not?” she asks.
“Nope.”
