Page 67 of Last Resort

“Yeah. Thank you for agreeing with me on that.”

Myro was walking fast and pushed open double doors to display an enormous space with three fully tricked-out stations.

“What do you think, Poppy?”

“Oohh.Putmedownputmedown.” She kicked and wobbled toward one of the setups. Myro picked her up by her shoulders and set her down on the corner console. It was the safest place in the room. The other terminals would hide her if someone were using them.

She looked at the tower and ran her fingers over the wall of screens. “This room must be hot as hell.”

“I have underfloor heating and cooling, serious venting, and enough power in here to plug in a fan if you need one.”

“If I am here, pregnant, in a corner, I might need one. Of course, I might just work from an office or use a laptop on my time at home.”

She glanced at the guys, and they both looked ridiculously pleased. She laughed. “I am happy to work wherever I am, but I need to work. I need to let that part of my brain unravel and shape reality. I do it on the computer so I don’t do it in reality. It’s a compensating mechanism.”

Their eyes widened, and Myro said, “Oh. So, how have you been keeping from frustration?”

“Masturbation is one. Designing small apps is a great way to distract myself.”

They blinked.

“Fortunately, my brain is really relaxed right now, for reasons. It will be a few days before I need to do something else.” She rubbed her hands and chortled. “And then I am going to be in here, playing.”

Myro laughed. “We are also going to be entertaining. Do you know many of the other omegas?”

“A few. And some mages. One in particular.”

“Mages? You know mages?”

“One hedge witch, one blood witch, and one mage. They all ended up in the dark mage zone, and all fought their way out.”

Myro blinked. “Ah. There are still dark mages?”

Poppy nodded. “There are. If we have a dinner party, I am inviting Wren.”

“Not Tyr and his den?”

“Fuck’em.” She paused. “I will invite Roane and Narro.”

Breen laughed. “I think we might have to have all the company heads here for dinner.”

She made a face. “Get catering.”

Myro chuckled. “You don’t want to cook for twenty?”

“Nope.”

“Fortunately, one of ours is a chef with a lovely restaurant. We can go there when we finish up in the islands.” Myro smiled. “I will make reservations now. Even though I have so much clout, he has mellowed since he got his mate and ended up in a quint. It’s an interesting story.”

“Tell me while we are relaxing on a beach somewhere.”

Breen smiled. “I know just the snack stand.”

Myro sighed. “Home tour is over?”

“Yes. Sorry, Myro. I will make it up to you later.” She smiled.

Delight filled his gaze. “Suddenly, I am in the mood to lay out with my mate draped over me.”

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