“Who the hell can that be?”
Lark laughs.“I’ll give you two hints. It’s a male, and he’s obsessed with you.”
I frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“It’s Prescott.”
“He’s not obsessed with me. We’re just friends.”
“Who sleeps together every three months? Do you seriously not see how he looks at you?”Lark sighs.“No, I guess you wouldn’t.”
I shake my head. “He seriously doesn’t see me as more than that.”
“No?”I can almost hear the laughter in her voice.“Do the betas you share your heat with usually drive to the next town over to get food from your favorite restaurant and something from your favorite nesting store?”
“What?” The doorbell rings out, and I scramble to my feet. “What are you talking about?”
She laughs.“You’ll see when you answer the door. It sounds like you don’t need me anymore tonight, but if that changes, call me.”
She hangs up before I can respond, and when the doorbell rings a third time, I scurry from my nest.
I throw the door open to find a nervous Prescott standing on my front porch. He’s changed out of his suit, wearing a T-shirt and sweats. In his hand are two bags—one from Sabores del Horizonte, a Colombian restaurant I adore, and one from The Omega’s Nest.
Both are from the town an hour away.
“Pres? What are you doing here?”
His smile is soft as he ruffles his blond waves. “I don’t know what happened today, but it was clear you were upset. I figured you’d want some comfort food, and what omega doesn’t love something new for their nest?”
He shuffles from foot to foot, and I can see the worry that he’s overstepped.
Could Lark be right? Could he be interested in more than me beyond my quarterly heat?
“That’s really sweet, Pres. Why don’t you come in, and we can get the food warmed up before you show me my gift?”
His smile widens, dimples flashing. “Yeah. That sounds great.”
I step out of his way, allowing him to enter. “I assume you got enough for two?”
“I didn’t want to be presumptuous,” he says, cheeks flushing. “But yes, I did. Just in case.”
“Good. I’m glad.” I hesitate only for a moment before reaching over to squeeze his hand, before releasing it. I’d kiss his cheek, but that feels like a step too far.
I don’t want to give the man a heart attack.
Or send myself into a panic attack.
Shaking my head, I start toward the kitchen, but stop when I realize he isn’t following me. When I glance over my shoulder, I find him staring at me in shock and awe.
“Are you coming?”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” He trips over his own feet as he attempts to catch up with me, and I hide my smile.
I’m still not sure if Lark is right about his interest, but he did just drive two hours to get me food and a present. I can at least share the meal with him and see if I can pick up on anything.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Luna
