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“Oh.” Mackenzie gasped. “You want to sit on the floor, but you want to be comfortable.”

“Exactly!” Justice stacked two of the pillows on the floor, and then pulled Mackenzie over. He stopped short of shoving her to the floor.

She sat delicately, bounced a little, and then beamed up at our alpha. “I love it.”

“We can get different colors,” he fluffed up another round poof and repositioned it. “Or whatever kind is good. I didn’t know what would work, so I sort of just…”

“Bought one of everything?”

“Uh, yeah.” Justice blinked like he realized that was a little bit ridiculous. “Am I going overboard?”

“No, my love,” Ren cupped Justice’s face and kissed him fiercely. “It’s perfect.”

We all arranged ourselves around the coffee table. I picked a jewel-toned emerald cushion that matched the throw pillows on the couch. Justice kept shifting his weight, turning his pouf slightly, adjusting his position like he was trying to settle the air more than his body.

The silence stretched. Not tense exactly, but crackling. None of us knew what to say now that he’d said that.

“Okay,” Mackenzie said suddenly. “I vote we name the pillows.”

Justice blinked. “What?”

“This one’s Harold,” she said, patting the fluffy plum-colored poof beside her. “He’s judging me, but he’s soft about it.”

Ren raised an eyebrow. “You’re naming the furniture now?”

“Don’t act surprised.” She pointed at my cushion. “That one’s definitely a Lucinda. Very classy. Very smug.”

I snorted. “She does have main character energy.”

Justice made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sigh and sank a little deeper into his own pillow. “Mine’s unnamed. I’m not forming emotional attachments to floor décor.”

“Coward,” Mackenzie grinned.

“I’m playing the pack lead card. We’re going out for dinner. I think we should give Lucinda and Harold time to settle in,” Justice announced, a huge smile lighting up his face.

“Fine. I’ll play the alpha card. We’re going to a steakhouse,” Ren said.

“I’ll need to change. What level of fancy are we going for?”

“Wear that blue dress so I can fantasize about peeling you out of it all through dinner.” Ren’s voice almost had a growl in it.

“Only if you wear a suit.”

“Well,” he smacked his palms on the table and stood. “I guess we’re all changing.”

We all got up from the table. Justice hung back, flipping through his phone.

“I’ll make a reservation.”

I put the shopping bag on my bed and pulled open my closet to assess my options.

There was a soft tap at the door. Justice stepped in and shut it behind him. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Me too.” I eyed the bag on the bed. “I bought something.”

“Oh?”

I climbed onto the center of the bed and pulled the bag to me. Justice sat, and then reclined back on one elbow.