Qylar showed Kenji a shirt. “Does this work?”
“I’m sure it will.”
Qylar offered a hand. “Come shower with me?”
Kenji grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER 12
Qylar sat across from Kenji, watching his mate devour a massive plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. He smiled at Kenji’s appetite. Hewaseating for three. Of course, he wasn’t completely sure that both eggs had taken root, but given the early swell of Kenji’s stomach, he felt sure they had.
He stretched out his legs, pushing his own empty plate away. “As good as I said it would be?”
“Oh my god,”Kenji mumbled mid-chew, one cheek swollen with food. He swallowed and sighed. “This is probably the best breakfast I’ve had in a long, long time.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Qylar said, satisfied his mate was being well fed and happily so. He needed his energy for the young growing inside him.
“Are we still hitting the taco truck this afternoon?”
“You haven’t even finished your breakfast and you’re asking about lunch?”
“Are you judging me?” Kenji asked, pointing his fork at Qylar.
“Absolutely not,” Qylar said. “I appreciate a man with a big…appetite.”
Kenji’s cheeks grew pink. “I seem to have a bottomless stomach lately. All I want to do is eat.”
“I wonder why.”
Kenji’s eyes widened, as if he hadn’t realized the why already. How could he not have?
“Oh, yeah,” Kenji said. “Maybe I do need you around, Captain Obvious. I sure should’ve connected the dots there.”
“You did say you—how did you put it? You were… ignoring it and hoping it went away? Maybe your brain wasn’t willing to see the dots.”
“Possibly,” Kenji said before shoving another forkful in his mouth. He chewed, eyeing Qylar’s plate. “I’m sorry I eat so much slower and you have to just sit there and watch me.”
“I’m enjoying it,” Qylar said. “I never knew how exciting watching a man eat could be.”
Kenji’s face grew redder. “Now I feel like I need to hide my face away.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Kenji met his stare for a second before taking another bite. “So… after we stop at my place and I pack a bag, is there anything I can do to help get us ready to go?”
Ready to go?Qylar tried to hide his surprise at the question. “You… still want to go?”
“It’s the only place we can get it taken care of, right?”
Qylar’s stomach roiled, threatening to shoot the contents back up. “Yeah. The only place.” The coffee cup in his hand shattered, sending coffee and shards of ceramic flying. Some landed on Kenji’s food, ruining what was left of his breakfast.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Qylar said.
Luckily, both the cup and Kenji’s plate were nearly empty.
Kenji lowered his fork while Qylar sopped up the coffee with some of the pile of napkins on the table’s edge. He felt gazes from the diners around them and wished they were alone.
“It’s okay. I was almost done anyway,” Kenji replied, his voice barely above a whisper.“Qylar?”
