Page 15 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

“Good.” Caden kissed my temple and went to open a can of food for Seth. “The kittens had their breakfast before I started on yours.”

My heart did some dangerous flips. Cooking for meandtaking care of my foster kittens? He’d be so easy to fall for…I was pretty sure I’d already slipped off the edge of that particular slope. I’d decided he was mine when he was just a cat, and now he was a person too. A person who went out of his way to take care of me and make me comfortable…yep. That was a slippery-ass slope and I had launched myself down it like it was a slip-and-slide in the middle of July.

I didn’t want to work. I wanted to haul Caden back to bed and repeat last night. Alas. Duty called. It was so hard to focus, though. The spreadsheets swam in front of my eyes, but I didmy best. Luckily I knew the job inside and out so I wasn’ttooworried. I could master the formulas and save myself a lot of headache if my mind could stop thinking about shifter dick for two seconds.

Over lunch, armed with a list of measurements, I popped over to the store and grabbed Caden some clothes, shoes, and toiletries. With a proper outfit in his arsenal, he could come with me next time and pick out things he liked better. I grabbed some stuff for Seth too, though I wasn’t entirely certain when he’d be needing them.

I tossed it all into the washing machine when I got home again and came out to a sandwich and a glass of milk waiting for me.

Damn. A girl could get used to this.

I’d kinda thought breakfast was a one-off, but maybe not. My laundry room had looked suspiciously cleaner than I remembered and my socks weren’t covered in cat fur when I walked around.

“Did you clean?”

“Mhmm. I wasn’t sure what else to do while you were working.”

I hooked an arm around his neck and indulged myself in a luxuriously slow, deep kiss. “You’re going to spoil me.”

He smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Is that bad?”

“I mean, I’m not complaining. I’m just not used to it.”

“Guess you’ll have togetused to it. I intend to make myself useful for as long as you keep me.”

Oh.

My heart did that dangerous flip again. I shouldn’t be thinking about keeping him. But holy hell did I want to.

Instead of answering, I kissed him again.

The rest of the day and the next couple passed in the same strange bliss. It was weird to end my workday and not be exhausted by the waiting chores and skipped lunches. Caden kept me fed and my whole place sparkled. I didn’t even have to get up at night to feed the kittens.

I hadn’t felt rested in so long I didn’t even properly recognize the sensation. Even with that, it was extremely difficult to focus through the afternoon. Seth slept in my lap and I absently stroked his fur whenever someone at work was being stupid over the company chat, holding myself back from verbally tossing them into the sun.

Seth let out amrp, lifting a sleepy head before leaning it against my stomach.You getting ready to claw some eyes out again?

“I wouldn’t have to get stabby if people would stop dumping extra work in my lap ten minutes before the workday’s over. It’s not even month’s end—these lazy fuckers are giving finance a bad name.”

I’ll fight them for you.He closed his eyes again.After this nap.

I laughed and scratched his chin, setting aside my work-related rage and vowing to ignore the rest of my new assignments until after dinner. Carrying Seth out to the living room, I set him on the couch before continuing on to the kitchen where Caden was working on dinner—fajitas, by the smell of it.

I slid straight into his arms and let my head rest on his shoulder. “That smells amazing.”

He nudged my chin up to kiss me. I let myself melt, standing on my toes and hooking my arm around his neck. If I weren’t concerned about the food burning, I’d have suggested he bend me over the counters and de-stress me from work.

“Rough day?” Caden gave me one more quick peck before focusing on dinner.

“A bit.”

“I could hear you cursing.” He loaded the peppers and chicken onto a serving plate and pulled the warm tortillas out of the oven. “I don’t suppose you’d be up for a road trip this weekend?”

“Hmm, road trip to where?”

“New York. There are some shifters that can help me access stuff for human life—phone, driver’s license, bank account. I thought that might be good to have so I could help out more, or if you get tired of me I’ll have more options than living as a cat again.”

I bit my tongue on saying I was pretty sure it was impossible to get tired of him. I didn’t want him to feel pressured to stay. “I don’t love the traffic in NYC, but we can do that.”

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