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Her entire home was up and gone.

Chapter Fourteen

Lindsay

The scent of jasmine and green tea filled the humid air of the bathroom. I sank deeper into the warm bubble bath and sighed happily as I rested my head on the rolled up towel behind me.

After the long heat, my body needed a solid soak and some relaxation.

Oddly, for the first time in… maybe forever, I was unsettled that I was alone. There was a feeling in my gut that I was missing something.

Them. I was missing them.

For a girl who always said she was independent, I was sounding strangely needy. Something had shifted in me during that heat. How could I look into Ollie’s eyes, see his deepest, unfiltered thoughts, and not realize exactly what I meant to him.

We still had a lot to handle between us. I’d have to tell them that I was at Beatty’s soon and probably why. I’d also have to come to terms with being in a pack.

Then there was Adam.

He had saved himself for me, and that knowledge blew my mind.

We owned a bar. More than one gorgeous omega had flirted with him over a drink and he could have said yes to a number of them.

But he didn’t.

He only wanted me.

They only wanted me.

Dustin had always made it clear he was holding back for my benefit. And even if I didn’t like to admit it to myself, he’d always had a place in my heart. He was the calming force in the strength of the other’s emotions and my own.

He was also the only one I’d had a previous physical relationship with, back before our designations came in after high school. Something that had stayed with me all these years even if a series of events had happened where we transitioned into the friend zone.

But the past few days had curtailed any friendzone that I had worked so hard to establish with them.

Now I knew they wouldn’t hold back.

I’d bitten Ollie. I didn’t regret it, either. He was mine as much as I was his. The three of us were glorious together.

When the five of us truly settled into a pack, with no one holding back, then it would be something incredible.

So, why couldn’t I just give in? Why did I still have these doubts that left me alone in a bathtub post heat?

Maybe I was just too stubborn to give in, or maybe I was still protecting myself. I couldn’t shake my reservations and I needed to know they were still feeling the same without a heat in the mix.

That didn’t mean I was walking away, though. I wasn’t. I was just… scared. Scared and conflicted.

A yawn cracked my jaw and as I shifted I realized the water was cold. With a sigh I got up and drained the bath. I’d barely tugged on pajamas before falling face first in my bed.

I was dead to the world until warm sunshine was streaming in my window. My eyes were still half closed and I felt rundown but a bit better than last night. I reached around for my phone and frowned when it didn’t turn on.

“Shit, I forgot to charge it,” I muttered, forcing myself out of bed. The clock on the side table said it was after eight and I knew we had a lot of work to do at the bar to get it ready for opening today.

The town would be getting antsy and so would the guys.

Beatty had coffee waiting by the time I made it downstairs. She was sitting at the table and tapped the spot next to her where a travel mug and breakfast sandwich was waiting.

“Heat will take it out of you. I know you won’t take a day to rest so there’s extra strong coffee and food. Take it.”