Page 43 of Indigo

I think I’m falling in love with these clowns.

Not that they are clowns. They are actually the most perfect, loyal, and amazing people I’ve ever met. They managed to make me feel secure and free. I miss them so damn much, and it’s been just a few hours since we saw each other.

Eyes tearing up, I bite down on my lip. “I overheard them looking for Omegas. They were talking about us, but theycouldn’t pick up my scent and assumed I left with you. I couldn’t stay there anymore.”

“Fuck.” Nash holds me against his chest, and my shoulders relax.

I bury my face between his pecs, breathing in lungfuls of his scent. I’m nothing like an Alpha and their damn nose, but this is heaven. I’m not running scared anymore. I’m home.

“Why are you here, Indie?” Cassidy asks, taking me away from the moment.

“What are you talking about?” Nash asks over my head. “She just told us what happened!”

I peek at my side to find Cassidy’s famous smirk. Damn, he knows. Nothing gets past this man.

“Oh, I know she couldn’t stay in that hotel. But I also know our Indie. You gave her a car and an unlimited credit card. She could go anywhere she wanted and buy a fucking house.”

“But she’s here,” Hank says with awe in his voice.

Cassidy nods. “She’s here.”

Nash’s arms relax and put space between us, just enough so he can look at me too, a million questions sparkling in his eyes. I should have prepared a speech for this moment. I’m not good with feelings, and I definitely am not good with being vulnerable. Those two things are required right now, but instead, I cross my arms around myself again, as if it’s fucking armor.

“Indie,” Nash practically whispers. “Just tell the truth. Why did you come back here?”

I roll my eyes and look around, finally noticing it’s empty. My attitude drops, and I frown, trying to look over their shoulder.

“Where’s everyone?”

“They left,” Cassidy replies right away. “Now tell us why you came to us.”

“They left?” I shake my head. “What do you mean they left?”

Nash groans. “Just look at us and talk. We can explain everything after.”

Time to put on my big girl pants, I guess. I lift my gaze to theirs, overwhelmed when I find three sets of expectant eyes. It’s fair what they are asking. This all started with me running away as far as I could, and now that I had the means to do so, I came back. They promised to respect my wishes. I could have texted Nash to tell him I left and that danger was looming, but I came here.

“I don’t want to run away from you,” I say, licking my lips. “I got into the car, and I knew I had to run to you.”

Cassidy grips Nash’s arm, almost as if he's holding himself together. It’s so damn cute I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to giggle right there.

“I think I want to be with you, be a pack.” I shake my head. “I know I want to be with you. Ugh, feelings talk is gross.”

Hank chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re doing great. Keep going.”

“More? You want more? Oh god, I love you, okay?”

It’s not one of the most beautiful declarations in the world, but it’s a real one. I sound exasperated, sure, but because I have no idea how they did it. How could they just worm themselves into my life and make me feel this way? It doesn’t make sense to me. Not at all.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be free,” I continue. “To be away from people and never be touched again. That was the plan, and then you three came along and fuck…” I brush the hair off my face. “I know I freaked out this morning, but I regretted not asking you to stay the moment you three left. I don’t want to be alone. Actually, I do. I want to be alone with you. So on my way here, I updated my dream.” I tip my chin up, very dignified of me. “I still want to live away from the other humans, and I still don’t want anyone touching me. Except you. I want to see youthree every day, and I want to be touched only by your hands. So… Oh god, unless you want to live in the middle of people and hug strangers in the street,” I cringe because I never thought that maybe my dream sounded horrible to them.

Some people are people’s people, and that’s okay. Just not me. Definitely not me.

Nash’s full lips curve, “My family has a ranch back in Tennessee. It’s isolated.”

The possibility fills my belly with excitement, but I don’t want to jump into things. If they need my words, well, I need theirs too.

“And you don’t mind living in a place so isolated?”