Page 80 of Knot the Pucking Plan

“You can come in,” she says.

Carys carefully edges into the room, keeping toward the back wall where a line of cabinets stand. Rhett palms the small of her back, the circles under his eyes deep, the worry in his face obvious.

“You good?” he asks.

“Should be. How many stitches?”

“Twenty-two,” Carys breathes. Her worry fills my chest like a slowly-creeping vine. Billie’s echoes it a moment later, and she squeezes my hand tight enough her knuckles whiten.

“Guess I’m not playing tomorrow night then,” I say with a small smile.

Billie smacks my arm, then apologizes for hitting the IV. I lean over and carefully kiss her temple. Tears fall down her cheeks again, faster than I can manage to wipe away.

“So I hear there might be a new pack forming.” I attempt to bridge the gap.

Rhett snorts. “Yeah, sounds like it. You good with it?”

I focus on Carys. Her cheeks are pink, but the nerves haven’t gone away. I hold up my other hand in invitation. She slowly closes the gap, carefully lacing our fingers together. Her gaze flicks to Billie and then to Rhett, who quickly wraps an arm around her waist and kisses the bonding bite under her ear.

“Is our Omega good with it?” I ask, squeezing Billie’s hand to make sure she knows she’s part of that “we.”

Carys smiles.

“Yeah. I’m good with it.”