Page 52 of Bonding the Band

“Good enough to sleep in,” I replied, “but I definitely need to get some more things to fill it out.”

“We have a couple of days off when we’re in Massachusetts. I’ll take you shopping, if you want. Or you can order online and have it shipped to the venue for pickup.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you.”

His smile would’ve taken me out at the knees if I weren’t already sitting down. “Your nest is looking great, even if you think it needs some extra plush.”

My entire body tingled with that praise. An alpha complimenting an omega on the state of her nest was almost pornographic in a way. At least, that was how my body was reacting to it.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Hendrix helped me up and got me to the main level of the RV, ensuring I was safely buckled in before putting on his own seat belt.

Arlo carefully navigated us into a nearly empty lot and groaned when he could finally stand. “One of you, come with me. It’s too much for just me to carry.”

“I’ll go,” said Beckett, leaving me with Phin and Hendrix.

I shot Phin a smile. “How are you guys finding the new tour bus?”

“I like it,” Phin declared. “The bunks are way better than in the last one.”

“I’m glad. You guys should be comfortable when you travel so much.”

Hendrix snorted. “When we first started out, we only had a van, and it was a nightmare. We were two to a bunk. I got free chiropractic every night from Phin shoving his fucking knee into my spine, but we were just so happy to be touring that we didn’t complain.”

Phin grimaced. “Those were interesting days. We would go up to a week without a shower, and with four young alphas, the van reeked.”

I wrinkled my nose at that idea.

“You don’t have to worry, though, dream girl.” Hendrix laughed. “This place is fitted out with a fully working shower, and we shower a lot more often. No ripe alphas in your vicinity.”

Considering how I reacted to their scents normally, I could only imagine what my body would do if they were even more potent. Sweaty bond-mate alpha would probably be an aphrodisiac to me.

I had no intention of finding out if that was the case.

The tour bus door opened and Arlo skipped in, Beckett trailing behind them, both of them carrying brown take-out bags and cupholders laden with drinks.

My mouth watered at the smell of greasy, delicious burgers and fries.

“We have food!” Arlo declared, placing the bags on the kitchenette counter. He took his sweet time pulling items out, and I was seconds away from snapping at him to hurry up when he passed me a foil-wrapped burger.

The pregnancy hangries were no joke.

I dove right in like a feral raccoon who hadn’t eaten in weeks, not waiting an extra second for the others to get started, and moaned at the first bite of greasy deliciousness.

“Princess, you can’t be moaning like that and expect me to leave you alone.” Arlo chuckled, a fry halfway to his mouth.

My face heated, and I avoided his gaze, embarrassed.

“Ignore the dumbass.” Hendrix growled at his—our—pack mate.

“Let’s change the subject,” Beckett said, piercing the lid of his drink with a straw and taking a deep swig. “Meadow, let me know what sort of healthy snacks you like. The fridge won’t stay stocked for long, so if there’s anything you end up disliking or want to add, let me know…We don’t have any ranch, though.”

I snorted. Was the lack of ranch intentional? “Add the ranch.” I smirked around a mouthful of cheeseburger. “It’s one of my favorites.”

His cheeks reddened, and he bit his lip, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“I promise I won’t throw it at you if you promise not to do anything to deserve it.”

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