Page 12 of Calling from the Heart
“Got to pee, and I have to get home at some point.” He needed his bag.
“It’s snowing.”
“I know.” He chuckled. “But I don’t have anything else to wear.”
“Okay. I can take you today to get your stuff.”
“Do you mind? It’s a long walk, and I—” He stopped and ran for the bathroom.
Jeb came to the bathroom door, peering in. “Just that pee urge?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll go make— is coffee okay for me? What would you like?”
“Cocoa? Please?” That sounded amazing, honestly — sweet and warm.
“Absolutely.” He grinned, then wandered off, whistling.
Goofy man. Jeb seemed relaxed in a way Owen had ever seen before. It didn’t make sense, but maybe it didn’t need to. He washed up, then went to put on some of Jeb’s clothes because he was freezing. He was tickled that Jeb wanted him to get his stuff and come back to the house.
He didn’t know if he should play hard to get, or just let things happen as they ought to…
But then again, his power went out so often when there was a bad storm… Maybe he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Or a gift house.
A gift alpha?
He headed into the front room, drawn to Jeb like a moth to a flame.
“Mmm. I like how you look in my clothes, baby.”
“I was cold. Thank you for letting me borrow them. So comfy.”
“No problem at all.” Jeb handed him a cup of cocoa and a bag of marshmallows.
“Thanks. Smells so good. She likes chocolate. A lot.”
“She does, hmm? I mean, I do too.”
“I know! I blame you.” Owen winked.
Jeb laughed, and it felt really good -- good enough to be a worry. What if Jeb was just...in baby love?
Jeb sipped his coffee, still smiling over the cup at him. “What do you want to do for breakfast?”
“I want—”No. You can have something simple. “Do you want me to make eggs?”
“Baby.” Jeb gave him a knowing look. “What do you want?”
“Beans, bacon, and crispy potatoes with chips and salsa.”
“Well, I happen to know a place where we can get all that. The truck stop will be open. We’ll swing by there before we come back here.”
“Oh, you don’t mind? I would love that.” He had to admit that this baby wanted what she wanted, and bacon, potatoes, and beans? That was up there with chocolate. Not quite on the same level as chocolate, but it was up there.
Jeb smiled at him. “I’ll totally do that. I honestly don’t mind. I have to make sure that everybody gets well fed. Besides that, I could totally go for a breakfast burrito, you know? One of the big ones filled with sausage and covered in chile con queso?”
