no choice but to deal with their crap.
“It was all I could think to do to make up for my monumental screw up. She’d been out walking while I was running for several mornings in a row. I saw her stop and look at flowers, and she seemed to like them. Saw daisies at the hardware store and I thought it might soften her up to find something waiting for her. I had plans to leave other presents and one day ‘accidently’ get caught, forcing her to talk to me.” He stopped and looked around the room, surprised they were all listening and not giving him a hard time.
“But then Rian had a lead on the asshole. We were gone for over a week and I figured…” He let his words trail off, not sure what to say, and then finished barely above a whisper, “I convinced myself it wasn’t working and that she probably thought it was all corny any way.” He shrugged, “I just didn’t go back.”
Aaron knew he sounded like a whipped pup, and for the most part, that analogy was spot on. Head bowed, mortified that he had actually let his brethren and their mates see his soft underbelly, he almost fell out his chair when the voice of his Commander sounded from somewhere behind him. He didn’t know Rayne had come into the house, proof he was in way over his head. They were all trained to be constantly vigilant, something that failed him when all he could think about was Charlie.
“Women never think flowers are corny, you dumbass. Now, stop making us all look like spineless wimps. Get your head out of your ass and claim your mate. Destiny waits for no man.”
“And now for the voice of reason,” Rayne’s mate, Kyndel, laughed as she made her way around her husband and handed their son to his Auntie Kyra. “You just need to talk to her. Be honest. You’re gonna have to drop all the macho shit. The little bit I’ve seen of Dr. Gallagher, and Sam can correct me if I’m wrong,” she gestured towards the other woman as she spoke, “tells me she’s not going to stand for any bullshit. She’s an intelligent woman who’s used to calling the shots. It’s up to you to compromise.”
Kyndel held up her hand, successfully halting his rebuttal and added, “Which I know is completely against your nature. You gotta suck it up, buttercup, if you want the girl.”
With that, she headed to the kitchen to join the other women who had silently exited while she spoke.
Royce was the first to recover, looking at their Commander as he spoke. “That mate of yours damn sure has a way with words.”
“That she does,” Rayne confirmed, grabbing a glass and pouring some iced tea before sitting.
Aaron had just thanked the Universe that Devon wasn’t in attendance since he’d given the most Zen of all his brethren a rash of shit like no other when Devon had found Anya. However, his prayers of thanks had come too soon. The front door burst open and in ran Sydney, Sam and Lance’s daughter. A four-foot five inch bundle of curly blonde hair with boundless energy, she was chattering a mile a minute, pulling Devon and Anya along beside her.
“Hey Aaron! I brought Dev and Anya. Is Aunt Charlie here?”
Now even the kid is kicking my ass. Doesn’t anybody sleep in around here?
Thankfully, Sam came in and saved the day. “No, Sweetheart, Aunt Charlie’s not here. She’s at the cottage, but we can go see her tomorrow if you like.”
“Yay!” Sydney squealed as her mother ushered her into the kitchen, with Anya close behind.
Devon grabbed a bottle of water from the small refrigerator tucked in the bottom of the antique china cabinet that had been his mother’s and took a seat next to Royce. Aaron could tell from the looks he was getting that Royce was bringing the other Guardsmen up to speed through their private link. His worst fears were confirmed when Devon took a long draw off his water, leaned back in his chair, and looked Aaron right in the eye. Devon’s obnoxious grin only added to Aaron’s trepidation. When he finally spoke,