Page 12 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers (Mail-Order Matings #20)
Farsel
“I hope you will believe us because I don’t have much time to explain.”
Even to me that sounded odd, and judging from Amaris’ expression, she shared that opinion. “Did you have an appointment after breakfast?” She shifted in her seat, going from confused to uncomfortable. Our mate didn’t have to speak for us to read that in her. “Maybe we should do this another time.”
“No. That’s not what I mean. If we don’t mate in the next week or so, I’ll die.”
“That’s not even funny.” She moved to stand, and I reached for her then let my hand drop, not wanting her to feel coerced. “I should go.”
“Please, don’t go,” Tylan said, doing what I hadn’t and taking her hand in his. “We can’t explain in great detail here, but we can eat and get to know one another. And then, if you trust us enough to want to know more, we’d like to invite you to dinner at our home. I promise, we’ll answer any question you ask to the best of our abilities at that time.”
Her gaze flicked from one of us to the other. “Well, I am hungry, and their waffles are crazy good here.” She shook her head and sighed. “I must be the crazy one though.”
The serving person returned and filled a cup for our mate then took our orders. We all had waffles with fresh berries on them and Amaris also ordered some bacon. Once he’d left, I asked,
“So, dinner?”’
“Let’s take this one meal at a time,” she said. “Once we finish eating, I’ll let you know if I am up for coming over to your house. You have to admit, it’s a lot to take in.”
She was right.
“I understand.” My friend had a great way of speaking with people. “On a planet that does not have contact with others, it must be jarring to have two males express that they come from a place your technology could not get to in several lifetimes.”
“Is that true? Lifetimes?” Her shoulders eased, some of the tension falling away as she leaned closer. “No wonder we haven’t met any aliens yet. I mean…unless I just did.”
The waffles arrived at that point, and we settled in to eat, conversation fading for a bit until we’d all made headway on our breakfasts.
“What do you think?” Amaris asked, picking up her coffee cup. “I don’t suppose you have waffles on your planet.”
“True. We have something more similar to your pancakes, so we make those at home.” Tylan took another bite. “How do they get all these squares on this?”
“You come all the way from another galaxy and can’t figure out waffles?” Amaris giggled. “I’m not sure, but that makes you more believable. They have a sort of a machine called an iron, and you pour batter on the bottom side and then lower the top one. It bakes to fill the holes in the plates, and I am not doing well here explaining.”
“No, I think I understand.” It kind of made sense. “So you can only get these in restaurants because of the specialized equipment.” I was enjoying the conversation enough that I wasn’t as aware of how ill I felt, and just being close to her gave me hope. Not just that I could survive but that with our mate, we could thrive.
“Oh no. They sell waffle irons all over the place. We could buy one online and try making waffles sometime if you want.”
“What a great idea.” Tylan pushed his empty plate away and grabbed his phone. “Let’s do that now.” He unlocked it and handed it to Amaris. “Where should we buy it?”
“There are a lot of choices, depending on if you want to spend a lot of money or not.”
“We want the best.”
I sat back and watched my bond mate and our female go back and forth on which waffle iron to buy. They looked at different sites and argued the merits, even managed to get the restaurant cook to come out and give advice. In short, although I was running low on energy, it was the best morning of my life.
She hadn’t agreed to come over, much less mate us yet, but if she did, we’d have a great time together. And if she didn’t…well, I couldn’t think about that.
Finally, she agreed to at least come over, with the understanding she would tell someone exactly where she was going so she felt safe. I couldn’t wait!