Page 44 of Bonding the Band

All four alphas in the room raised their eyebrows in perfect sync. “Absolutely not.”

I had a feeling I knew which hotel she was talking about, and it was far from a decent place to stay. It was one of those rundown, roadside hotels that was probably infested with bed bugs and roaches. There was no way in hell we were going to allow our omega to stay there.

Meadow glared at me. “Since when do you get to decide where I stay?”

“Let us get you two a hotel room for the night,” I said, pulling out my phone and finding the website for a local five-star hotel. “It’s the least we can do, and we want you safe.”

Our girl would be sleeping in style.

Chapter 19

Meadow

“Meadow Marie Reed!” Clover hissed. “Are you fucking serious? I can’t have a rock star in my car. It hasn’t been cleaned since I bought it.”

“I don’t think he’s going to care.”

“ButIcare. It’s bad enough you got bonded and knocked up by my celebrity crush, but now I have to be in a car with him for twelve hours? This is cruel.”

“We can both be in hell together,” I said with a laugh. “I’m the one stuck with a one-night stand turned baby daddy and bond mate.”

Clover let out a huff. “Do you think he’ll spring for road trip snacks? We could get actual name-brand shit.”

That was a perk I hadn’t thought of. “Let me ask. I guess it’s not like he can really go into a grocery store and get stuff himself, so we need to pick things up before we leave.”

Clover nodded sagely. “Can’t leave him in the car while we go in. Not allowed with dogs, babies, or rock stars.”

Meadow:

What should we do for road trip snacks?

Hendrix:

Give me a list of anything you want, and I’ll have the team pick it up

Clover snatched the phone out of my hands and typed back an exorbitant list.

Hendrix:

I forwarded it

Are you and your friend picking me up from the hotel, or should I arrange a ride to you?

Meadow:

We’ll come get you

Clover and I took turns packing and showering, trying to make ourselves presentable, even though we were going to be sweaty travel goblins by the end of the trip, anyway. I blow-dried my hair while Clover sang her heart out in the shower, and I changed into comfy leggings, slip-on shoes, and a slouchy boat-neck top.

After we checked out, we went straight to the hotel where Hard Knot Life was staying. Anxiety grew the closer we got, and we had to maneuver through a sea of paparazzi. Luckily, they had no idea who we were, and unluckily, neither did the hotel staff, who tried to push us out of the lobby almost as soon as we entered.

“Hey!” Hendrix’s voice snapped through the air, and the hotel staff paused, turning to him. “They’re with us. Let them in.”

He trotted over, looking like a snack in dark jeans and a snug black tee, but paused awkwardly in front of me, like he wasn’tquite sure what to do. Arlo didn’t have the same issue, sprinting across the lobby to scoop me up in a spinning hug.

“Hey there, princess. Any room on that road trip for me? Hardly fair that Hendrix gets to hog you.”

Clover looked like she was about to faint at the suggestion.

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