“Don’t worry, Firefly,” I assure her. “We want to get to know them.”
“Mom would love it.” Mav cups my shoulder.
“She would,” I chuckle. “She would love Sally.”
“You aren’t upset?” she asks, and I yank her hand. Her soft body lands against mine.
“No. I’m not scared of your family.”
“Good.” Her eyes fall to my mouth.
“Get your phone,” I say, dragging my hand down her hair. “We need to know when we have to leave.”
“Okay,” she says breathlessly but doesn’t move from my arms.
“Firefly,” I say, barely hiding my laughter.
“Right. Phone.” The view of her walking away almost brings me to my knees.
“Jesus,” Mav whispers.
“Yeah.” I shake my head.
“Fuck.” She appears in the doorway. “Two hours. I have two hours to get ready,” she cries.
“Where are we meeting them?” Mav asks.
“The club. The panthers’ club.” She scrunches her hair in both fists. “At least I took a shower,” she mutters.
“The panthers?” I ask.
“Ryker doesn’t want to clean up blood,” she says. “The panthers volunteered to host. Harmony is a panther shifter andis mated to three of her kind. They own a club. They were the ones who started the family.”
“Is there usually blood?” Mav asks.
“Sometimes,” she says. “I have to get ready.”
“Can we borrow your car?” I ask.
“Why? You’re leaving?” she asks, her hands gripping the doorframe. I don’t like the anxiety in her expression.
“We need to go to our hotel, shower, and get our car,” I explain.
“Oh, good.” She bites her lip and looks down the hall. “Why don’t you check out of your hotel? You could stay here.”
“You want us here?” I ask, wanting nothing more than to be near her.
“Yes.”
“Alright. We’ll shower before we check out.” I hold out my hand. “Lock the door behind us.” She rolls her eyes, takes my hand, and reaches for Mav’s.
“I take a while to get ready. Plus, this is our first official date. I want to make it special,” she says as I open the door.
“We do, too,” I say, pulling her hand. I position her between us, cupping her hips. “Give me a kiss,” I demand.
“Bossy,” she sasses but leans in. I keep it light. If I do what I want to her, the family will be on her doorstep when we don’t show up.
I flex my hands and turn her to face Mav. It feels natural to see her kiss him. There is no jealousy. No anger. We are meant to share her, and I am happy to see my brother bask in her light.
