Page 49 of Tying the Knot
“Good.” I place the bag on the bed and step back. “If you need anything, please shout, but make yourself at home.”
“Thanks. I’m going to build my nest and then sleep if that’s okay. It’s been an eventful day. Well, few days, really.”
“Of course. If you don’t want to get up, ring Dylan and we’ll bring you some food later.”
She snickers. “That’s just being a lazy arse. What time is dinner?”
I blink, a bit taken aback that she would join us in her condition.
She returns my confused look but then understanding dawns. “I think the heat is receding. It started being around all of you in the kitchen yesterday, but now that I’m here with you, nesting, it seems to be the right thing to do.”
I nod slowly, not really understanding that, but she seems to believe what she is saying. “Well, we kind of do our own thing, so find one of us when you’re ready to eat, and we’ll walk you through it.”
She frowns slightly but nods. “Okay, thanks.”
I feel like I’ve disappointed her somehow. Was she expecting us all to sit down at a big table and share a meal together? Deciding that wouldn’t be the worst thing, and it seems it would make her happy, I give her a small wave and back out, needing to tell the others that we are surprising Morgan with a big sit-down meal later.
I am confronted with dubious glares.
Which doesn’t really surprise me.
“Who exactly is going to make this dinner?” Dylan asks, giving me an interested look. “You?”
“Fuck, no,” I reply. I am no cook. Not for lack of trying, but, yeah, it’s not for me. “We’ll get takeaway from that Italian down the road. We know she likes it, she was there at Castello’s that night, so this is a safe bet.”
“It’s a bit shit that we don’t even know what she likes to eat,” Nik mutters, his face full of concern.
“We will learn,” I say brightly. “Coffee and Italian. The rest will come.”
“Did she like the room?” Elijah asks.
“She did. She’s building her nest.”
“Does she want any help?”
I focus my astounded gaze on him. “If you want to go and ask the omega that we are trying to court if you want to help her build her nest when she barely knows you, then be my guest. I, personally, will stay out of it.”
Dylan lets out a loud guffaw, but Elijah considers my words seriously. He has been thoroughly swept off his feet by this tiny, blonde omega, and I don’t even think he has asked her about the cost of living crisis yet.
I grimace. “Please don’t ask her about the heating and electric bill,” I say quickly. “We just got her here. I don’t want her deciding you’re a dick and hightailing it back out to face the dangers alone.”
“It needs answering,” he says defensively. “We aren’t made of money.”
“Neither is she. She’s broke,” Dylan points out. “Not that I think she’s one of those.”
I frown. “Those?”
“Those omegas who were paraded in front of us the other day. They are a bunch of self-entitled, spoiled brats. Morgan is…” He sighs, his eyes glazing over.
“A woman of substance,” I murmur.
“A goddess,” he says.
I stare at him for a long time after that comment. He is not wrong. She really is. “I’m going to ring my mum,” I declare. “She might have a few tips on how best to approach the ex-mated thing…”
Elijah’s gaze shoots to mine. “Yes, good thinking. We need all the help we can get to not royally fuck this up.”
I couldn’t agree more.
