"The food's good," I said, like that was the only reason I might've been enjoying myself. I knocked my knee against his, returning the gesture absently, and it struck me, how comfortable he was there. Like he belonged. I knew, without asking, that he'd gotten there early. He'd worked in the kitchen, he'd probably helped to set up.

I wondered if I should be jealous that he'd settled seamlessly into being a part of Derek's pack, when I'd always felt like a part of me was fighting against it. But I wasn't. It was just the way things were. Bitty and I were different, and it made sense that we'd fill different spaces in Derek's life.