Page 53 of Not Ready

“Ohmigod, I have to pee so bad.” She carefully shoves Bishop’s arm off and scoots over, tossing the blanket back.

She’s exceptionally naked.

She’s also visibly struggling to get up, so I grab her arms, giving her a helpful tug.

“Thanks,” she whispers, taking off toward the bathroom without a backward look. Wow, she’s pretty much all belly. That shit can’t be comfortable.

My head falls back as it shakes. What the fuck am I even doing here? I ask myself, not for the first time. The feeling of someone’s eyes boring into the back of my skull is impossible to miss.

I spin around.

Bishop squints, like he’s also trying to figure out why I’m here.

“I have no fucking idea,” I mutter, aiming for the door. “And for fuck’s sake, put her on the side farthest from the door.”

Bishop snorts just as I’m making it into the hallway.

Fuck that snort.

It sounded a little too condescending for my liking.

Coffee isn’t helping my shit personality this morning. The full breakfast spread Marina sets out shortly after I’m finishing my second cup helps a little. She heads off to bring the trays of food she always prepares for the guys down to the command center.

Maybe Vale was too dick drunk last night to remember me creeping around, or perhaps she’s too polite to ask why I was hovering around, watching her sleep. It takes until she comes over to grab her breakfast plate that my world flips upside down.

Jesus fucking Christ.

My head whips to the side as I stare at Bishop in shock.

They fucking bonded.

Bishop smirks.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen the big fucker look so damn smug.

Why do I even care?

I need a motherfucking vacation.

“Good morning,” Mercy says, coming into the kitchen from the hallway that leads to the garage and gym. From his sweaty T-shirt and messy hair, I’m guessing he was in the latter. “That smells delicious.”

“It is,” Vale says, shoving a piece of bacon into her mouth.

“I spoke to Reeves. He’ll be waiting for us whenever we’re ready,” Mercy says.

Reeves is the notary. Apparently, they can validate commitment paperwork, which is something I never knew, because I’ve never considered legally tying myself to three other people.

I mean, it’s not like a claiming bite.

At least a pack marriage can be undone.

Bishop just tied his horse to her carriage for the rest of their lives.

And he looks pleased about that.

“Oh.” Vale’s nose twitches, and she drops her plate. The fluffy bottom half of her dress flies up as she spins and bolts toward Mercy. “You smell really good.”

Bishop snorts, shaking his head. He’s never this lighthearted. It’s strange seeing him so chipper.

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