Page 176 of Stolen Omega

“I think we should find some sunscreen if we intend to stay out here though.”

“There’s probably a vat of the stuff in a closet somewhere.”

He laughs, and I move away from him, holding out my hand for his.

“I’m not joking. Zane has this place stocked up. Speaking of supplies, I’m hungry. You guys completely interrupted breakfast.”

He takes my hand and lets me drag him back inside.

“Then let’s go fix that right now.”

Chapter Sixty-Five

Russ

The atmosphere in the kitchen is a lot more relaxed without our Alphas. Archer really doesn’t trust Zane, and Zane seems to find everything amusing. I can see Zane driving Archer up the wall, but I doubt the opposite would ever happen. It’s a strange situation, and I have no damn idea how we’re going to find a resolution that doesn’t end in murder.

Aside from those two bugging the shit out of each other across the hall, I’m feeling more relaxed than I have in a long time. Being away from work is a good thing for me, and it’s definitely a good thing for Zelena.

Dale is being quiet, but he smiles as he makes lunch, clearly enjoying the process.

“Where did you get the change of clothes?” I ask Zelena.

“There’s a closet upstairs that Zane filled for me,” she says, as she opens a bottle of water.

I’ve already drained half of my own bottle and ditched my suit jacket on one of the reception sofas on the way to the kitchen. I start rolling up my shirt sleeves, wishing I had something more casual to put on.

Dale looks up from his sandwich prep, looking me over and shaking his head.

“I have a closet full of clothes up there, too, but you’re closer to Zane’s size and I’m not sure where he’s keeping his stuff.”

“I’m cool for now,” I tell him. “But thanks. I’ll check with him later.”

Later hopefully being tomorrow or the next day.

Zelena could use a break from work, and it would be nice to spend some time relaxing with her during the day, instead of working through most of it and getting a few hours with her at night.

It would be good for Archer to get time with her, too.

This is the first chance he’s gotten to speak to our mate, and he should be making the most of it.

Who the hell knows what’ll happen when we have to go back to the real world?

I’m not looking forward to it.

This place feels like a slice of heaven.

“Is there sunscreen somewhere?” I ask Dale.

He nods. “There’s some in my room.”

“What about Z—Zoey’s room?” I ask, feeling a little weird about using a different name to describe the woman I’m in love with. I’ve always known her as Zelena, and I’ve always called her Zey. There might not be a huge difference, but it still sounds off.

“You can keep calling me Zey,” she tells me, as if she just read my mind. “Zelena will probably stay my stage name anyway.”

“Zey’s cute,” Dale says, as he picks up plates and sets them down in front of us on the metal countertop. “It suits you.”

She smiles at him. “You want to stop calling me Zoey?”

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