Cove continues pumping out those damn soothing pheromones, and it isn’t long before everything feels warm and fuzzy.
“Are you okay?” She doesn’t turn to face me, and maybe that makes me feel less on the spot than if she was watching my face.
“I will be,” I grunt, making sure the blanket is wrapped around her. It gets cold next to the wall when the temperature outside dips. “Are you warm enough?”
“Yeah, thanks.” She wiggles even closer to my side. “Can I ask what happened? Is everyone okay?”
I sigh.
The last thing I want to talk about is how badly I miss Pops, but I don’t want her spending half the night thinking someone died.
I mean, he did.
“Today is the anniversary of Pops’s death…” I only mean to tell her the basics, but I somehow end up rambling the story of how my mom died, I met Dexter, hated him, and ended up Pops’s primary mission in life.
Hell, I’m not even sure she’s still awake when I stop talking.
Not until she says, “He would have been really proud of who you’ve become.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
He would have asked me how the hell I got roped into living on a bus with rock stars.
Cove keeps dumping out those soothing pheromones, and the rocking of the bus is actually peaceful. My eyelids get heavy, and I don’t fight sleep. I breathe in deep hits of Cove’s sweet scent and let myself rest.
Chapter Eleven
Cove
The next morning, I wake up warm, confused, and surrounded by the most incredible smell. It’s salty and sandy, which doesn’t make any sense. It’s almost like waking up in a hotel next to the beach… That scent that permeates the air.
Before I even open my eyes, I know it’s Declan.
The bunks are tiny.
One person can lie on their back and sleep okay, but it’s basically impossible for two people to fit like that. I’m on the slender side for an omega, and we were squished when I climbed in here last night. Declan was on his back, so I lay down on my side, but he’s definitely spooning me now.
Not to mention the way his muscular arm wraps over me with his strong hand stretched over my abdomen…
Holy shit.
What did I get myself into?
The position feels way more intimately acquainted than what we really are.
The man is frustratingly hot.
Totally my type…
If he didn’t come onto the bus with a weird vendetta against me. Maybe it’s because I hooked up with his nephews?
Honestly, I have no idea.
It could be that he just doesn’t like my personality. Not that I’ve been a big fan of who I’ve become over the months that we’ve been touring.
When I first heard we would be on a nine-month tour, I thought it would fly by.
Now?
