Page 3 of Whispering Waves

“Well, if we haven’t gone shopping, then fish, but since I hit the market while I waited for you, we have steaks.”

“Even one for me?”

“Even one for you. A little one.”

She snorted, and two tall figures emerged from the building.

“Drake, this is related to you?” One of the alphas with a shaved head grinned.

Nina muttered, “Drake, this works with you? Is he solar-powered, or do you have to shove batteries up his ass?”

The alpha paused. “Okay, I can hear the resemblance.”

“That’s Tono, and the guy on the right is Reg.”

She nodded. “Pleased to meet you, Tono, Reg. I am Nina.”

Reg extended his hand, and she shook it. Tono took her fingers and bowed over her digits. “My lady.”

Nina nodded and pulled her hand back, looking at her fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking for slime.” She cast him a sideways glance.

He grinned. “Yeah, I see Drake in there.”

“Well, we did share either an ovary or testicles at one point.” She beamed.

Drake said, “Ew. The thought of Mom and Dad having sex haunts my dreams.”

“Really? Well, if I hadn’t been so perfect, they never would have dared to try for a second. So, you are welcome.” She grinned.

Drake snorted. “I am going to unpack the boat. Someone catching?”

Tono nodded. “I will.”

Reg put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her away from the stairs. Wrapped bags shot out of the boat and into the air. Tono caught them and set them aside.

When six tight bundles were on the deck around the building, Tono grabbed four and carried them into the facility. Reg got the other two, and Drake popped up again and carried her bag inside. She followed and was brought to one of the six spaces large enough for a single alpha, so she had plenty of room.

Nina didn’t need to unpack. She had been living out of her backpack for a while.

The guys were all putting groceries away, with a small mound becoming the fixings for dinner. There were four large steaks and one small one.

“Are you guys having guests aside from me?”

“Kimo is coming. He loves steak, and this pushes his shopping back.”

“Kimo?” she asked.

“The owner of the islands. Yes, we suck up, but the research we are getting on migratory patterns is groundbreaking. The amount of animals that move through these islands is astonishing.” Drake smiled.

“Wow. You sounded all grown up there for a minute.”

The other two chuckled. They got beers out and soaked the cans in ice. Apparently, shopping day was special.

“When do you guys want to eat?”

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