Page 29 of Packed in the Fire house

Sunny nodded, a few strands of hair tumbling from the haphazard ponytail she had it in. “Blaze ensured I was well stocked.”

“Good. I have a feeling your baking is going to be very popular.”

“I'll make sure I save some for you from every batch,” she assured me with a painfully sweet smile.

Fuck me, that smile.

“Are you working?” she asked with a frown. “I thought you weren’t back on shift until tomorrow night. Every time I see you, you’re working.”

I laughed wryly. “You’ve got me there. Technically, I’m not scheduled to be working, but while we’re staying here, sometimes it’s hard to switch off.”

Sunny nodded. “You must be so excited for the fumigation to be done with.”

Yes. The fumigation.

The imaginary one that Rune cooked up because he and Blaze refused to leave her side.

I wasn’t complaining, though. I agreed with them.

As the boss, I had to remain professional and pretend to be the voice of reason. I was the captain of this firehouse, and we were her temporary guardians while she was staying under our roof.

Maybe if I'd met her under different circumstances, I would have allowed myself to court her.

Then again, would she want to? Most omegas my pack and I had spoken to hadn't been wild about dating a pack of firefighters. Sure, an omega didn't seem to mind if one or two members of their pack were firefighters, but when all your guys were regularly running into fires, they worried about the lack of security.

Two years ago, I had started talking to an omega, only for them to suggest I leave my pack, which was impossible, and join another pack. She liked thathot ass daddy vibeI had.

Not that I understood what that meant. I swiftly stopped talking to her and blocked her number.

My pack and I were a package deal.

Sunny… she was complete sweetness. Every interaction I had with her left my chest burning with desire. My hands ached with the need to pull her into my arms. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew my pack mates were obsessed with her. Rune hadn’t had a thought in his mind that didn’t involve her since the moment he pulled her out of the fire.

She made cookies, so Blaze was going to worship the ground she walked on.

That meant I had to be the responsible one.

Usually, I didn’t mind, but now Ihatedit.

I wanted to be the one to throw caution to the wind, to grab her and kiss those tempting pouty lips.

But I couldn't.

I had a duty and a responsibility.

And I fucking hated it.

“What sort of cookies do you like?” Sunny asked, completely unaware of my internal struggle.

Pulling my mind from the gutter, I thought back on the cookies I’d eaten in my childhood.

“Any, but I really like the ones with all the crazy add-ins. I think they’re called monster cookies, or maybe cowboy cookies? Basically, the more you shove in there, the more I'll enjoy it.”

“I can make some like that.” Sunny nodded.

“Other than being dragged into baking, how are you finding it here? Are you both comfortable?” I asked, desperately hoping she was. I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I liked having her in my bedroom every night. When she moved on, hopefully her smell would linger for a while.

Sunny nodded, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear. “We've been so comfortable. And thank you so much for getting what you could from my place.”

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