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“She and Ben are coming over tonight, by the way.” Ace hands me back my phone. “You’re welcome.”

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The house isn’t clean enough.

“Stop freaking out,” Ace calls from across the living room. “The whole room smells like burnt coffee because of you.”

I frown. It doesn’t. If anything, it smells more like lavender and citrus, due to Ace’s scent and the candles I lit.

And I most definitely amnotfreaking out.

I won’t tell him, but Ace is right. Our home is tidy and polished, and in the past week we’ve been slowly creating an Omega-friendly room for Devyn.

We don’t know if she and Ben are planning on spending the night, but I’m hoping they do.

I hope Devyn sees the room we created.

We didn’t even realize we were doing it at first—but one day, Ace had a Bedlite mattress delivered—the top bed brand for Omegas, soft but firm enough during their Heat. He purchased it right after I first mentioned Devyn, but I didn’t put it together until last week.

It comfortably fits up to five people. It’smassive.

Slowly, after that, extra blankets and pillows were added to the “guest room.”

One day, I tossed one of my old sweaters on top of the blankets without thinking.

Every day, the room has grown with more luxurious comfort items.

There’s even a plush cat in there, sitting atop one of the memory foam body pillows.

The bathroom connected to it has heated floors as well, along with a towel warmer.

It’s basically heaven for an Omega.

Three different video game consoles have mysteriously been plugged into our entertainment center in the living room.

I didn’t ask about it, but I did catch the titles of some zombie shooting games.

Honestly? We’ve been preparing for Devyn to visit for a while, even if the house hasn’t been deep-cleaned.

Ace gently shoulder-checks me as he walks by. “I mean it. This is going to be a fucking awesome night. I feel it in my soul.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Your soul, huh?”

He’s dressed in a fraying black sweater with a V-neck, showing off his intricate tattoos that climb to his neck. His jeans are a dark wash and hang low on his hips with a black leather belt to keep them in place.

Whatever else I was going to say to him dies on my lips.

He looks striking, the black sweater bringing out the fairness of his skin and the depths of his eyes.

“You look…gorgeous,” I breathe, a swell of pride in my chest.

He may be falling for Devyn, but Ace was mine first. I’ll always be possessive of him, even when we form a pack.

His answering grin makes my heart skip a beat. “Of course I do,” he purrs, messing with the collar of my blue button-up shirt. “Almost as gorgeous as you.”

“I love you,” I murmur. “I’m really lucky to have you.”

Few things take Ace by surprise, but when they do, I relish it. His cheeks turn pink, and he scowls at me. “Damn right you are,” he mutters, but his lavender scent increases. I lean down to kiss him, and he responds in kind, his tongue grazing my lower lip.