Page 88 of The Hunt
A blush stained my cheeks because I knew what she was thinking. I opened my mouth to correct her. Instead of words, I emitted a squeak when Fenris picked me up and started up the stairs in a hurry.
Flames of embarrassment licked my face by the time he had me in my room with the door closed a few seconds later.
“You know what she’s thinking,” I hissed at him.
He grinned, popped the lid off the roast, and took a bite.
“Thought that was for the road.”
“That was before she offered to make me more food.”
I rolled my eyes and went to my closet.
“You should stop eating and go grab some clothes for yourself. We probably have ten minutes tops before Adira barges in.”
“Nah. She’ll give you longer than that in hopes that you’re feeding. Are these the infamous breast pumps?”
I poked my head out of my closet to see he’d found the “gift” I’d hidden under my bed.
“Do they work?”
“How would I know? And why do you care?”
He looked up from the plastic cone with a grin and shrugged.
“Go change, Fenris,” I said before ducking back into my closet.
“Whatever you say, my milkmaid.”
“Utter that pet name again, and you will be in a sack on your way to a river.”
“Utter or udder?”
I groaned and closed the closet door.
“Pack a bag,” he called. “You should really have a set of spare clothes for your car, too, if we’re going to keep using the pool.”
“We’re not,” I called back. But I still packed three sets of clothes into a bag before changing into something dry.
When I emerged from the closet, the empty food container sat on my bed, the “gift” was once again hidden away, and the room was empty.
Gathering everything, I left my room just as Oanen’s door opened. I didn’t realize how close in size the two were. Oanen had been larger than life as my brotherly protector. And Fenris…well, I’d purposely never looked at him long enough to compare the two.
Fenris’s broad shoulders filled out the white tee-shirt he’d helped himself to. The thin material clearly defined his chiseled chest but wasn’t quite tight enough to showcase the impressive abs I knew he possessed. The jeans hung just a little lower on Fenris’s hips than they ever did on Oanen’s. Low enough that I could see that enticing indent that would lead to hours of—
I swallowed hard and looked away.
“Have room in that bag for a pair of shorts?” Fenris asked.
I nodded and lifted the bag. He packed the shorts and shouldered our things.
“Want another ride?” he asked.
“No,” I croaked. “I’ll walk.”
When we reached the kitchen again, my eyes weren’t quite back to normal, which Mrs. Quill immediately noticed.
“That didn’t take very long,” she commented.
