Page 93 of Omega's Heart

The other omegas exchanged glances. “Maybe we can get Cale to pick some up once he’s moved?”

“Kaden can do it,” I stated firmly. “I trust him.” I gave Willie Rose back to Ori and pulled out my phone. “What color do you want?”

Holland shrugged. “Same as the fabric, plus black and white. Tell him to get twenty yards of each and I’ll pay him back when he’s home.”

I took a picture of the fabric we had and sent him a text with the pictures attached with only a little help from Cale.

Really, I needed to learn to use this thing better. It just wasn’t as much fun as talking to Kaden in person.

All he sent back was one of those little yellow faces, one that looked puzzled. But then another popped up right after, wearing a big grin, followed by the words Yes, dear. I’ll go after work.

I smiled and showed the rest of them the text, but once I had the phone to myself I texted him back, Don’t be a goof and added my own little smiley. What do you want to eat when you get home?

Surprise me. I like everything you make.

Love you.

Mine.

I hid the shiver of pleasure his alpha possessiveness sent over my skin, then shoved the phone back in my pocket and smiled at everyone. “What are we working on next?”

C H A P T E R 5 5

W ith the unexpected shopping trip thrown into his day’s itinerary, Kaden fully expected to have to go fetch Felix from the apartment across the hall when he got home.

Instead, he rolled into his own apartment to the most divine smell he’d ever smelled.

“Hi,” Felix said with an uncharacteristically shy smile.

“Hi to you.” Kaden rolled over to the stove and peeked at the frying pan. “What are you making?” Hunter got up from his bed, where he’d been savaging something that looked like it might have once been a stick, and ticked his way across the floor to say hello before settling down in an out-of-way corner of the kitchen to watch them.

“Sweet and sour meatballs, rice, carrots, and beans,” Felix recited. “I was just in a mood,” he added apologetically after.

“You can be in this mood as much as you want,” Kaden told him and sniffed appreciatively. “I got your ribbons.”

“Was it much trouble?”

“Not really.” Kaden opened up the package and laid out the satiny strips of fabric across his knees. “These okay?”

Felix put down the spoon he was stirring the meatballs with and crouched by the chair to look. “They look okay to me.” He stood up to dig in his pocket, leaving Kaden sitting there awkwardly while his future mate’s most intimate parts were no more than six inches from his face.

The urge to just bury his face in Felix’s groin and breathe him in hit. Damn, this gets worse every day. He carefully schooled his face to some neutral expression, but other parts of him weren’t quite so obedient. Casually, trying not to let Felix notice, he adjusted the shopping bag still draped over his lap and mentally counted down the hours until they’d said their vows and he could stroll off with his mate under the noses of all the other alphas.

The red ribbons were an almost perfect match for the scrap of cloth Felix pulled out of his pocket. “Ha! I knew you’d pick out the right color,” his betrothed crowed.

“Was there any doubt?” Kaden snaked a hand around the back of Felix’s knee, careful not to venture any higher as a sop to his future mate’s modesty and determination to wait. Besides, it wasn’t a good look on him, to be pawing at his mate every chance he got.

“Be good,” Felix scolded gently and slipped out of Kaden’s grip. “And the other omegas seemed to doubt your ability to match colors.”

Definitely not telling him now that I had the salesperson pick them out. “You don’t say,” Kaden replied, innocent as a pup in the springtime.

“Well,” Felix said with false modesty. “They aren’t mated to an exceptional alpha.” He dropped a kiss on Kaden’s head and tucked the ribbons away in the cupboard above the refrigerator. “You hungry?”

“Starved.” In more ways than one. “Need any help?”

Felix shook his head. “You’ve been working all day. Now’s your chance to relax and let me look after you.”

“You’ve been working too,” Kaden pointed out as Felix harried him out of the kitchen and toward the table. “How is the mating tunic coming along?” Holland had promised him something amazing.