Page 6 of Fight or Fly

THREE

Leona

THAT EVENING, I exploredthe wonderful world of cervical caps and confirmed that I was, in fact, a size medium. I also confirmed that the things were awkward as hell to put in and take out.

“Stop laughing,” I growled at Kam. “If I’m too heat-drunk to deal with getting it in and out, you’re going to be first up to pinch hit.”

That at least shut him up.

I was growing restless, the same feeling of my skin being too tight and hot that I remembered from my last heat. Flynn had been right. I wasn’t going to last two days. This was happening tomorrow, and there was no stopping it now.

The nest wasn’t right. I rearranged it, then rearranged it again half an hour later. Finally, Kam coaxed me into the comically large sunken bathtub, with its endless supply of on-demand hot water. I fidgeted in his arms, both wanting the feel of skin on skin and finding myself frustrated by it.

A knock sounded at the door of the den, muffled through the closed connecting door to the bathroom. “I’ll take care of it,” Kam said, hoisting his lean body out of the bath and wrapping a towel around his hips.

A couple of minutes later he returned, poking his head in. “Jax brought food.”

I wrinkled my nose, unsure if I wanted it or not.

“There’s chocolate cake,” he added.

My stomach growled like a horny alpha in response to those three magic words, the fickle little bitch. “Coming,” I said, and hauled my traitorous body out of the warm water.

Clad in one of Flynn’s black T-shirts, I padded in and found a plate waiting for me with a slice of the cottage pie sending up curls of steam—presumably reheated, unless Jax had whipped up a second one after we left. A wedge salad joined it on one corner of the plate. The promised slab of chocolate cake sat in a separate, smaller dessert dish, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream melting over it.

Kam was already tucking into his food, still wearing nothing but the towel because why the hell not? I settled in diagonally across from him on the overstuffed sectional and dove in.

Yes, I started with the cake.So sue me.

“Jax asked if they could come to the nest around ten tomorrow morning,” Kam said, once the initial round of face stuffing had eased. “I told him it was fine. Is that all right?”

I hesitated, then nodded. “I think that’ll be about right, to be honest.”

“He also said Beckett will be heading out to meet with some other people about what comes afterward. Even though he’s on pheromone suppressors, he didn’t think you’d appreciate a strange omega rattling around the place while you’re in heat.”

I gave a humorless little laugh. “He’d know better than me—I’ve got no clue. Andcrap. I totally intended to grill him about the what-comes-next part when we saw him earlier.”

“He may not know yet, if he’s still hashing things out with other members of the underground,” Kam said. “I’m willing to bet the whole thing’s organized in cells. Good for security, in case someone important gets captured. Not so good for quick communication with the higher-ups.”

I grunted. “You’re probably right. Not like I’ll be in a position to fret about it for the next few days.”

“I expect you’ll be in a bunch of different positions, but probably not that one, true. Don’t worry. I can fret for both of us,” Kam replied wryly.

I wrinkled my nose at him. After eating a bit of my salad and maybe three-quarters of the cottage pie, I pushed the rest away. Kam divided his cake in half with his fork and pushed one of the pieces into my dessert dish.

“I love you,” I told him.

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