Page 10 of Castaway Heat
“Oh, fuck,”Shiloh muttered under his breath. Yet at the same time, he wasn’t sure he had any clothes with him that were Ronin Drake date worthy, and he’d need their help there.Date? Who said anything about a date?“I’ll raid your closets but you’renotbuying me clothes.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Sage snapped before rising. He grinned. “I have Daddy’s Black card on file. We’re going shopping after you’re done at the spa.”
“Divide and conquer,” Eirin said. “Help me convince them, and I’ll stay to direct the cut. You can leave and shop for him while he’s in the chair.”
“Good plan,” Sage said, tugging Shiloh to his feet.
“Remember what I said about crossing lines?” Shiloh asked before they lead him inside.
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Ronin stalked back and forth in front of the restaurant, checking his watch with every pivot. The trio still had a few minutes left, but it had been difficult enough waiting hours to see Shiloh again. He was impatient by nature but yearning only made that weakness worse. The nearby elevator bank pinged and the doors whipped open. Numerous folks filed out, but none of them the one person he wanted to see most.
Just before the doors closed, three omegas exited.
Ronin’s heart quickened. Shiloh met his gaze and smiled softly.
His gaze drifted down Shiloh’s body. The omega’s body was leaner and much more graceful than his bulky, muscled one. They were both dressed in similar fashion—casual lightweight linen, but he had to say Shiloh looked much better in it than he did.
It would look even better piled on the floor beside my bed.
Ronin pushed the thought away. He wasn’t pushing Shiloh into bed, no matter how much he ached.
The three omegas slowly closed the gap, stopping a foot away from them. All Ronin could do was look at Shiloh.
All grown up and stunningly handsome.
“You look nice,” Ronin murmured to Shiloh, offering a soft smile of approval.
Shiloh’s face grew a bit pink. “As do you.”
“Do we look nice?” Sage asked him.
Ronin dragged his gaze from Shiloh and acknowledged his cousin. “Yes, of course. You all look very nice.” He’d barely looked. He barely cared.
Not when Shiloh outshone every other man on the ship.
Ronin clenched his hands at his sides, fighting the need to touch his omega. “Ready to eat?”
“Sure,” Shiloh said, a bit breathless. He glanced at Sage and then at Eirin. “Ready?”
“You know, I don’t know if I feel like sushi tonight,” Eirin said. He looked at Sage. “What about you?”
“Nah, I’m not feeling sushi, either,” Sage said. He eyed Ronin. “But Shiloh can join you. Helovessushi. One of his favorite foods.”
“Are you kidding me?” Shiloh whispered to Sage before he eyed Eirin.
Both omegas patted Shiloh’s shoulders before wandering off. Sage looked back as they walked away. “Have fun, you two.”
Ronin couldn’t deny he’d wanted Shiloh alone for dinner, but it was clear the omega was having second thoughts. “I swear I don’t bite. Not hard, anyway.”
Shiloh met his stare, his hazel eyes bright. He was silent and looked ready to bolt.
“Do you want to have dinner with me?”
Shiloh’s tongue appeared, wetting his lips. “I guess.”
Ronin’s gut clenched. “You guess?” It wasn’t the reaction he’d been hoping for. “I won’t force you to spend the night in my company if you’d rather be somewhere else.”
