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were standing watching her. She sighed and walked out of the room. The one whose name she didn’t know led the way to the kitchen and put the coffee on to percolate. The aroma was incredible, such a rich, mouth-watering flavor. He took out cream from the refrigerator and set it on the table and then bent down, pulling out more and more food until the table was laden with salad vegetables, fruit, two different types of bread and butter, and packages of cold, sliced meats. Meanwhile Brayden moved around the kitchen and collected plates, knives, and mugs.
    Elsie’s stomach clenched with hunger. Okay, I’ll eat lunch now but not a meal tonight.
    “Make yourself a sandwich. Favian and I will make ours and then take some to Amory as well,” said Brayden.
    Elsie had no idea who Amory was but obediently pulled the bread toward her and took two slices. Carefully she layered iceberg lettuce, slices of tomato, green peppers, red onions, Swiss cheese, and ham onto the bread, making herself a thick sandwich.
    The other man, the one with the laugh lines, who was apparently named Favian, quickly made two enormous sandwiches and set them aside on a plate, presumably for Amory. Did he live here with them as well?
    “You’ve set this one month limit for rescuing JJ. That’s your brother, right?” he asked as he began making another sandwich, presumably for himself this time.
    “Yes. My little brother. He’s only seventeen. I assume you’re Brayden’s brother?”
    “Oh sorry. Yes, I’m Favian. Older than Brayden, younger than Amory.”
    Well, that answered two questions. Amory was another brother. Oh, yes. The Alpha. He’d said Brayden was his brother. She’d forgotten that.
    Brayden took a huge bite of his sandwich and said, “I think we should plan on getting JJ to the UP as soon as possible. Just because Lutterworth normally takes a long time to find a buyer doesn’t mean he will this time, and I agree JJ needs to be out of danger. I think we should talk to our pack up there and arrange a family he can stay with, someone with kids the same age as him to help him settle into school again.”
    Elsie wasn’t even listening to the end of his sentence, even though he’d swallowed partway though and it was a lot clearer than his words when he’d started speaking.
    “The Fixer is named Lutterworth? How do you know this?”
    “The same way we knew about the dagger. He’s gotten a bit of a name for not being completely open and fair with people,” said Favian.
    “I wonder if that’s why the person who originally asked for the dagger changed their mind,” she said slowly.
    “Maybe. Are you happy if we find someone for JJ to stay with?”
    “A family would be nice. Life has been so hard for him. He was only twelve when Mom became ill, and he hated losing her and changing schools and living in the neighborhood where the apartment is. But how much will it cost? How much will I earn? Are there other ways I can earn money here as well? Do you need cleaners, or cooks, or dishwashers?” Elsie clamped her mouth shut. She was not going to sound desperate. She wasn’t their problem. They’d already been enormously helpful to her.
    “You could clean this apartment. Amory’s too busy to do anything, and we ought to be helping him, not scrubbing the floors,” said Brayden.
    “We wouldn’t have to scrub them if you didn’t make such a mess,” said Favian.
    She sat silently waiting for them to answer her question properly. It was Favian who realized what she wanted first.
    “Amory is the one who sets the value on each project. Naftali would know what your work for him is worth. Housecleaning likely has a fixed wage as well. I can easily look that up and make sure the credit goes into your bank account. But it would be a lot of easier if we just said any housework you do for us negates any debt you might feel for staying with us. That way all your work for Naftali will go toward paying for JJ. But getting back to him, I think