Page 50 of My Three Hometown Alphas

I groan internally. “Then why can’t I go read?”

“Because you’re coming with us.”

“But why?”

He sighs loudly. “Because you just are.”

I stare at him, not saying a word.

He sighs again. “Because we want you to.”

I cock my head to the side. “You mean, they want me to.”

His eyes close for one… two… three seconds. “No, I want you to come, too.”

A smirk tilts at the corners of my mouth. “You want me to come?”

“Avery,” he growls, his voice a clear warning.

“And how exactly do you plan on making that happen?”

Before I can register what’s happening, my glass of tea and book are snatched from my hold and set on the table beside me, and I’m hauled over Will’s shoulder.

“What the hell?” I holler, pounding my fists into his muscular ass. He doesn’t say a word, just keeps marching across the gravel drive.

“Will,” I scream louder. “Put me down.”

“No.”

Is that the only word in his vocabulary right now?

“I don’t even have shoes on,” I say, pinching his ass. That at least gets a growl out of him.

“On it,” I hear Miles say before he jogs toward the guesthouse.

The fuck?

Will plops me down on the driver’s seat of his truck.

Again…the fuck?

He lifts me up, maneuvering me to the middle seat. Reaching over me, he secures the seatbelt over me. I’m so confused. I don’t even know what to say.

“I don’t trust you anywhere else in the car,” he says, sliding in beside me.

I just glare at him.

His hand lands on my leg. His long fingers are spread wide, encompassing most of my thigh. “You’re staying right here, rebel, so you don’t weasel your way out of this.”

Shivers pass through my whole body. Whether it’s from his touch on my skin or the fact he wants me this close, I don’t really know.

Either way, I’m not complaining. I can be angry at him and enjoy his presence at the same time.Right?

Miles jumps in the truck on my other side. He hands me my purse and the sandals I was wearing earlier.

“Phone?” I ask.

“In your purse,” Miles says.