Page 35 of Pack Plus Three

“I could always go pick up the food and bring it back here. We could eat it while lying around on the sofa or, hey, even in bed. Jeremy mentioned that your back has been sore.”

There was no way in hell I was going to lie on Jeremy's bed without him, or even at all. My pathetic bed was out of the question. It would be downright cruel to subject Devon to that.

“No, I could probably do with getting out and stretching my legs,” I insisted, slowly standing. The sentiment was somewhat diminished, though, when I wobbled, the room spinning ever so slightly.

Devon, seeing me going off-balance, rushed forward, grabbing me gently by the elbows and steadying me.

He smelled just as good as I remembered, all spicy-sweet chai. His scent complemented Jeremy’s well; they were both warm and comforting scents I could easily get wrapped up in and fall asleep with.

“Careful there. Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Just the little parasite causing some light-headedness. I’ll be fine in a second,” I assured him.

“Car's got heated seats, and it's a large vehicle, so it should be easy to get in and out of. How does a drive-through sound? We can eat in the car and get rid of the trash before we even get back.”

“You know how to please a pregnant lady.” I laughed wryly.

“I'm learning. Do you need to grab anything, or should we go? Before you say anything, Jeremy has made it very clear that you are not allowed to grab your purse. I am to purchase any food that we consume—not that he needed to tell me that.” Devon rolled his eyes. “Like I would dream of making a woman pay. What does Jeremy think I am? A caveman?”

“Jeremy has strong opinions when it comes to me paying. I offered once or twice, and he was gravely offended.”

“Rightly so. If an omega is kind enough to join an alpha for dinner, then the alpha should pay for the pleasure of getting to fatten up the omega.”

“I think I'm big enough as it is, at the moment,” I said with a grin, gesturing to my stomach. I was pretty sure I’d had the exact same conversation with Jeremy.

“Nope, you are far too tiny. Remember, I picked you up when I met you, and you were far too light, especially considering you're carrying a passenger. Maybe one cheeseburger won't be enough. Maybe you should have two cheeseburgers or even three? Or maybe like a cheeseburger and a hot dog?”

I burst into laughter at his eagerness. “If I eat that much, I’ll explode!”

His brow furrowed as he thought about it for a moment. “True, I do rather like you and don't want you to explode, so I guess I'll just have to feed you a normal cheeseburger and fries, but I will add a milkshake.”

“Can you even go for a burger and fries and not have a strawberry milkshake?” I asked.

Devon smacked his palm to his forehead. “Of course not. I'm just being obtuse. Come on, flower, time to feed you.”

“Let me put out some food for Gilbert first. Jeremy usually feeds him right now, and I don't want to leave him on his own with no dinner.”

“We could take him with us. I'm sure he'll be happy in the back seat.”

“I will warn you right now—he will try and steal your burger, especially if you have cheese on it.”

Devon sighed and playfully glared at the dog. “Fine. In that case, we’ll leave the beast here. Put the TV on, so he has some noise, and I'll get his dinner.” He left the living room and made a beeline for the kitchen while I grabbed the TV remote.

The sound of kibble pouring into a bowl grabbed Gilbert’s attention, and he hightailed it out of the room as I put on a random home renovation show.

“All ready?” Devon asked from the doorway.

“Yep, I'm coming. I'm just a little slow,” I said as I grabbed my jacket from the hallway.

It turned out that Devon's car was gigantic.

“You call that a car?” I asked, incredulously.

He grinned. “It has four wheels and doors and gets you from A to B.”

“That looks like a tank on wheels!”

“What can I say? I like a spacious car, and in this thing, I feel like the king of the road.”

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