Or maybe it did work but not the way we thought? Also, we mixed that with another drug and booze. Add in Fiona’s heat, whichcouldcause hazy memories, along with the fact that I was pretty sure Hale had gone into a rut, and we had the perfect disaster right there.
Now to un-fuck it.
As they talked, I eyed Carlos and Hale’s chests. It absolutely looked like they’d gotten bitten, but a bite didn’t mean bonding.
Carlos went to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
I looked up at the ceiling fan, which was irregular. Standing, I went over and shut it off, watching it. Something was taped to one of the blades.
Grabbing my chair, I stood on it and took it off. “Whose phone and why is it taped to the ceiling fan?”
“Oh, it’s my phone.” Carlos was arranging things on a serving plate.
“We didn’t have rice to dry it out, so I taped it to the ceiling fan,” Hale replied. “Refills?” He grabbed his cup. Fiona handed him his.
I put the dead phone on the table and resumed eating.
“Could I have the last of the stew and the mashed potatoes?” I asked the table.
“Please do,” Fiona replied.
As I added the food to my bowl I tried to figure out how to broach the topic of bonding. Dusty emptied a container of soup into his.
“I’ll warm it up for you.” Dusty grabbed our bowls and stood.
I sent love to him, trying to figure out how this bond thing worked. He turned and winked at me.
Taking a deep breath, I sent love to Fiona. Did we bond?
Her eyes widened. “What was that?”
“I… I think we bonded during your heat,” I said softly.
“Oh.” She sat with that for a moment, taking the coffee Hale handed to her.
Then I felt something back. I looked at her and she gave me an expectant look. I sent love back.
Squealing, she got out of her chair and hugged me. “We bonded? Oh. My. Goodness. We’re going to have the best party!”
Oh joy. A party. I could see it now. It would be… a lot. And I would endure it. For her.
“It will be amazing.” I kissed her.
“Should we marry, too? You know my dads will make us have a mating agreement.” Her head tilted. “This won’t fuck everything up for you, will it?”
“I’m allowed to have a mate, Mo Stóirín. Your fathers will have opinions. But I’d like to see Finn Gallagher tell me that I’m not good enough for you.” I grinned. It could be fun. In Ireland, you could still challenge an omega’s parent to combat to prove that you’re a worthy mate.
Carlos brought the plate of meats, cheeses, and fruit, along with the rest of the bread, over to the table. “Why would anyone think you’re not good enough for Fiona? If I had an omega kid, I think an assassin would be the best mate for them, because I know they’d be safe.”
“You’re an assassin? I thought you worked in security or something? Oh! It’s a cover. Got it.” Hale helped himself to the plate.
Dusty brought back our food. “You don’t think that’s odd?”
“Thank you,” I said softly. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Hale thought for a moment. “Wait, you know, Dusty? And you interrupted her job?” He started laughing. “Shit. You interrupted her hit. That is the best story ever.”
Fiona paused, startled. Sucking in a breath, she looked at Hale. “I’m an assassin, too. Does that bother you?”
