Page 144 of Knot Without My Permission
“Well that’s never going to happen, so I suppose your hole is safe,” Storm snorts. “It’s been awhile since we’ve done that though…”
“Has it been seven months already?” I ask helpfully, hiding a smile as I put my weapons in my holsters. If I don’t hurry, they’ll pick me up and carry me out of here before I’m ready. “Ugh, I have to brush my hair.”
“I know,” Ransom says, pulling my brush out of his back pocket.
“It’s the Mary Poppins of the Knotty Anarchist club,” Storm chuckles. “The storage compartments of your motorcycle are just as bad.”
“I can’t wait to ride again,” I admit, taking the brush to begin detangling my hair.
“Soon you’ll be able to ride on your own,” Lore says. “Ryder is holding onto your bike for a couple more weeks and then driving it out to us.”
“You said he never leaves the Black Hills, right?” I ask, standing in front of the mirror to begin fixing my hair into a top knot. It’ll keep my hair off my neck, and I’ll be able to resist the urge to cut it.
I know it’s only hormones that are making me crave a big chop. I’ll probably hate it if I actually go through with it.
Being a girl isn’t for the weak.
“It’s very rare,” Lore says, sounding odd.
Turning, I drop my hands from my hair to make sure the French pin is secure. “Lore Monroe, please tell me you didn’t tell him Hastings is here.”
“I swear I didn’t,” he says, raising his hands. “It’s been killing me though, and he may be able to tell.”
“Argh. You’re the President of this chapter!” I yell. “Your poker face is fucking impenetrable, you pretended to be dead for months, and you can’t keep this from Ryder? Come on, man!”
“I’m very disappointed in him too,” Wilder says, trying to keep a straight face.
My alphas are trying their damndest, but they all break when Storm sputters out a laugh.
“Ugh, you all suck,” I grumble. “Hastings should be able to tell her father she’s here if she wants. We don’t know what happened to her to bring her to Minnesota.”
“We don’t, and I didn’t exactly tell him either,” Lore says. “You know Ryder notices fucking everything though.”
I blow out a breath, nodding, and Ransom hands me my makeup bag without a word.
“Thank you,” I mumble, turning back to the mirror. “I think my issues are spilling over on this. Tommy called me yesterday and he was actually nice. I’m not used to it yet.”
“Sugar, he’s been nice the last eight times he’s called you,” Ransom says gently.
“And he’s been a dick for the last thirty years, so I’m going to continue to be surprised,” I mutter, adding a little blush to my cheeks.
Everyone says I look as if I’m glowing, but I only notice it when I take a photo with my alphas. Lore is very insistent on getting as many of those as possible, and the house has photoshung all over the walls. It’s nice to have evidence of happy moments, and our house actually looks lived in now.
“Okay, let’s go,” I say, making sure my lipstick looks good. I’m pretty low maintenance, which means when I wear makeup, it doesn’t take long to apply it.
“You’re too pretty,” Lore says, shaking his head in a way that makes me laugh. “I can’t handle it, Princess.”
Shrugging because that’s his problem, not mine, I give him a hug and walk toward the front door. Sliding my sandals onto my feet, I wait for Wilder to drop to his knees to pull the strap over my heel.
“I have your phone in my pocket,” Ransom says, opening the front door.
“I won’t need it,” I say with a shrug, walking out with Lore. We need to time these things so we’re together between one space and the other.
“I’m still bringing it,” he says, following me.
Storm arms the security system and locks up, and brings up the rear with Wilder.
“Are you riding today?” I ask, humming as the sunlight hits my face. I feel like a flower who thinks she hates being outside until I’m actually out. Then all I can think about is how much I love it.
