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Meadow:

OK at the moment

Mostly

Clover:

MOSTLY???

Meadow:

I’ll explain later, but I promise I’m fine

“Is that your scary friend?” Arlo asked.

“I wouldn’t call her scary, but since she’s the only person in my life you’ve ever met and it can’t be anyone else, yes, that’s her.”

“I like her. Even if she gave me the shovel talk equivalent just by looking at me.”

I barked a laugh. “That sounds like Clover.”

I froze when I heard the water turn off and a bunch of rustling around that led to Hendrix emerging with a towel wrapped around his waist, his golden hair in delicate waves that dripped down his chest, gliding over every defined ridge of his torso. Sweet mother…He looked just as edible as the last time I had been in this bus with him.

Arlo dipped his nose and inhaled deeply, brushing it along the column of my throat. “You’re perfuming, princess.”

The declaration probably would’ve immediately halted said perfuming out of embarrassment, if not for the fact that he groaned in my ear and nipped the lobe before sitting up again.

Every single one of them was staring at me like they wanted to eat me for a snack, and that only made the perfuming worse. “All of you, stop looking at meright now.”

They all adorably averted their gazes, and Hendrix disappeared briefly into the bedroom, returning fully dressed in black sweatpants and a matching tank top that showed off all the lean muscles in his arms.

“Is it safe for me to come closer?” Hendrix asked.

“No urge to pounce,” I promised.

He still moved carefully, settling down across from Arlo, Phin, and me. “Hi.” His voice was so fucking soft, such a far cry from the alpha I remembered taking me to bed.

“Hi,” I squeaked back.

“So,” Arlo piped up, “what the fuck do we do now?”

Chapter 18

Beckett

Meadow was gorgeous.

Hendrix had bonded with a beautiful omega, and given the few conversations we’d had, it seemed like she was quite intelligent as well.

Except Arlo had hit the nail on the head: What now?

“We can’t stop the tour, even if we wanted to,” Phin said. “We’ve got tons of staff members who rely on this tour to feed their families. We can’t screw them over by canceling.”

Some of our crew had been with us since we started out. The last thing any of us wanted was to put them in a bad situation. Hell, we spent more time with these people than we did our own families.

“No, we can’t,” Hendrix agreed.

“What’s your schedule like for the next few weeks?” Meadow asked, and then turned hopefully to Hendrix. “Could we spend a day or two together to make us feel a bit less crappy?”

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