Page 65 of Pack End Game

I scramble out of the car, and the guys follow immediately because they're far too protective to let me get out alone for any reason.

Up close, the building is even more perfect than I realized. Green awnings in surprisingly good condition are featured above every window. Peeking through the front door, I see that a solid-looking security system already seems to be in place. Something I'm certain Spencer and Zak would appreciate. And best of all: the energy of the place is better than good.

It's perfect.

I suck in a delighted breath.

Behind me, the guys are speechless for a long time as I take in every inch of the most perfect future home an omega could ever ask for.

Then Zak slowly says, "No."

I turn to them and place my hands on my hips in preparation for standing my ground. "Yes."

Freddie looks genuinely dumbstruck. "This?"

"Yes." I gesture wildly, unable to contain my excitement. "Look at it!"

They do.

Their expressions don't change.

"Did you see the sign?" Spencer asks calmly, pointing to the forest green sign that spans the length of the flower bed closest to the front doors. "Franklin Senior Living Center."

"Yeah, a sign that big would be pretty hard to miss." I laugh because that's such a silly question.

Freddie squints. "This is an abandoned old people's building."

"That's not exactly how I would say that, but yeah."

Spencer takes a cautious step closer. "Mia, are you sure?"

I stomp my little omega foot because none of them are taking me seriously when this is a very serious situation. They should be way more excited that I've finally found our new home!

"I'm completely sure," I reassure him. "I have a good feeling about this place. Can't you feel all that good energy this house is radiating?"

Freddie mutters, "It's not a house, though."

I ignore him.

There have probably been countless residents who have lived here over the years when the building was still in service. That seems like enough to qualify this as a home to me.

Ultimately, we all know that Spencer gets the final say on things like this. I focus my full attention on him, making sure he can see the plea in my eyes. None of the other houses we've looked at made me feel so instantly at home.

I point up at the building emphatically. "Think about it. The bones are great. We're a reasonable drive away from the stadium and my office, and this is a great neighborhood. So many rooms. Big windows. A commercial kitchen, probably. Common areas. Bedrooms galore. Outdoor space. This could be the incredible solution we all need."

"Or it could be a haunted building full of wheelchairs and residual sadness," Freddie says.

"Freddie." Spencer looks over at him with a frown and shakes his head, discouraging him from continuing.

Zak inhales a sharp breath and looks over the building again. "You really want us to buy a retirement home?"

"I want us to at least see it."

Spencer's mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile. "Is that all? Because you sound pretty sold on the place already."

Busted.

I square my shoulders and lift my chin. "We've seen a house that talks, an indoor maze with questionable structural choices, and a murder site. Are you really going to draw the line now?"