A shiver of arousal rolls through me.
Bo chuckles. “Thought so.”
“Omelets ready. Have a seat.” Kirk’s voice and my grumbling stomach end our standoff.
I turn and stomp to the table wishing I could elbow Bo in his gut and finish him off with a right hook when he doubles over.
“This is too much.” I plop into the seat and thank Kirk for the omelet nearly the size of my head.
Kirk shrugs. “You need the protein.”
Ignoring the men plotting, I dig into the cheesy veggie-filled goodness.
“Mmm.” I savor the perfectly seasoned bites one at a time.
They take seats around me with thick omelets of their own. My fork scrapes the empty plate. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”
A hand pushes a bowl of berries in front of me. I meet Fell’s green gaze.
“I know these are your favorite.” Retaking his seat, Fell smiles.
“Thank you.” I pop a juicy blueberry into my mouth and hum in contentment.
“Are you okay?” Fell’s gaze is an invisible caress.
“Mmm hmm.” I continue to eat the berries.
“Would you tell me if you weren’t?”
I pause. “I might not say it out loud, but there would be signs.”
Fell laughs. “Yeah, your temper always burned hot once it was triggered.”
“I might’ve changed.”
“Did you?” Fell arches a brow.
“No.” I finish the last strawberry and fold my hands over my food belly.
Cadoc clears his throat. “Are we ready to talk about last night?”
I lean back in my seat. “Not really, but it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“No, Brat.”
Fell exhales. “Was he testing us?”.
Bo snorts. “It’d be a waste of power play. We’re duty-bound to protect her.”
Way to remind me of the burden I’ve become. I take a sip of water.
Kirk places his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “That’s assuming he’s thinking straight.”
Bo’s eyes widen. “Huh. True.”
Cadoc grunts. “What matters most is our next move. Defending ourselves was a good start, but we need to show everyone we’re not afraid. The strong eat the weak in the pack.”
“How do we do that?” Fell’s weary voice makes him sound ten years older.
“We show our face in town,” Bo says.
I perk up. “Not you,” Cadoc says.
My shoulders slump. “Shouldn’t the two of you be at work anyway?” I ask peering from Cadoc to Bo, the banes of my existence at the moment.
“Silly Princess, the week after a celebration is always spent recovering.” Bo clicks his tongue.
“Sorry your Highness, we don’t all live up on Mount Olympus.”
He snorts. “You should. We have ambrosia.” He pops a green grape into his mouth.
“Enough. We’ll get dressed and head into town for supplies.” Cadoc points at me. “You figure out your next step.”
All I have to do is figure out who I’m going to fuck first, no big deal. Flustered by my situation, I’m irritated at the excitement building in my belly over the prospect of settling the untethered bonds that exist between us.
I push back from the table and pick up my dishes. Cadoc’s reaches out, grabbing my wrist.
“Words, Brat. Are you going to have a plan when I return?”
