Page 44 of The Butcher

“Sure,” I say with a smile. “Blankets it is.”

A couple hours later, I’ve come to the realization that getting our omega to find things for herself without some sort of mild anxiety-fueled guilt, wicked hesitance, or intense indecisiveness, is going to take a lot more coaxing than I anticipated.

Adding the last body pillow to the cart, I sigh when I look at the number of items.

Nash is going to be disappointed.

I’ll be using his card today, mainly so he can see what she ordered and start buying her things himself, but also because Bramley is gone, again, and if I was going to steal his, I wanted to max the thing out.

We’ll get there.

I look at Indy’s face as she scrolls through her cart—she got brave about forty minutes in and asked me to show her how towork the Amazon—her hood down, and every beautiful inch on full display.

She hadn’t stopped smiling since she picked out her first item, and the way the indigo color of her eyes almost danced in the firelight made me want to keep her shopping forever.

“You’re sure this is it?”

Indy nods, still scrolling. “I’m sure.”

“There isn’t anything else you can think of that you might want for your nest?”

She shakes her head and looks at me, her excitement more than clear. “I’m just happy to have one at all.”

My heart squeezes at that but I don’t let her know. She’s made the same comment once or twice already and it’s another thing that has me curious about where she came from if she wasn’t even allowed to have something so vital for omegas.

I keep my mouth shut, though.

“Well, pretty girl, if you’re all set, then I need to go get the funds from our sugar daddy of the day.”

Indy frowns. “What?”

I chuckle as I set the laptop to the side and push up off the bed. “I need to get Nash’s credit card.”

“Oh.” Indy sits up straight, her eyes darting to the door. “Is he… Is he going to come in?”

“Not if you don’t want him to.” Limping to where I know that big worry wart is waiting, I rub my thigh and try to hide my wince. “He really wants to say hi, though.”

I stop with my hand on the knob and turn back to Indy, who nods. “I could say hi.”

Grinning like an idiot, I pull open the door, then bark out a laugh as Nash falls backward into the room, his head thumping on the floor between my feet.

“Fall asleep waiting?”

He scowls up at me, rights his glasses then scrambles to his feet. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Obviously.”

“Dick,” Nash grunts as he wipes his hands off on his jeans. “I didn’t think…” His eyes wander over my shoulder and my grin grows as I watch him swallow hard. “I…”

“Don’t be rude, Nashy. Introduce yourself to the pretty girl.”

I step out of the way but make sure my alpha knows not to come in, simply clearing the line of sight between them for whatever happens next.

“Hi,” he grunts like an idiot.

Indy takes a deep breath and pushes her hair behind her ears, maintaining eye contact with him despite her obvious nerves. “Hi, Nash.”

“I’m Nash.”

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