His eyes dart to my lips, and another surge of arousal washes over me.
“I missed you, too,” I admit. “And I’m sorry.”
Ryland shakes his head. “You’re back.” He strokes my cheek, and I close my eyes in bliss. “That’s what matters.”
He closes the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine, and I sigh into his kiss.
Ryland is much too forgiving.
“I’m not going away again,” I promise him when I pull away, and his smile is full and genuine.
I don’t even realize Travis has left until he’s back with Marlin and Mervin in tow, a carrier in each hand. He nods at Ryland.
“Lead her to the cat room,” he murmurs.
“The cat room?” I repeat. My arousal from earlier is on the backburner, now replaced with curiosity.
Granted, it’s still there.
My inner Omega won’t let me forget that she’s more than willing to sink her teeth into all three of her Alphas.
“You’ll see,” Ryland says, giving me a mischievous grin.
“You did all this in a week?”I whisper, my jaw dropping.
Mar and Merv have made themselves at home immediately, claiming a cat tree that starts from the floor of the office and attaches to the ceiling. Josie, Posie, and Rosie are piled together and asleep in the opposite corner on a pet bed, while Ash rests on a shelf installed into the wall. A small climbing ladder hangs next to it along with more shelves strategically placed around the room.
It’s like a playground for cats.
Two other cat trees, each with ramps to climb and cubes to hide in, are set up next to the desks.
“We wanted a place for the cats to enjoy themselves,” Ryland says. “And if you ever brought Marlin and Mervin over, we wanted them to be comfortable, too.”
“This looks amazing,” I murmur. “But isn’t this your andRowan’soffice? Won’t they distract you?”
Ryland shrugs. “I function better with them. Besides, if we ever foster in the future, we wanted a place where the kittens could go.”
“You want to foster again?” I whisper. “Really?”
“The cats make the house better,” Travis says. “They make it feel like a home, almost as much as you do,” he adds softly.
My chest aches.
“You did all this,” I breathe. “Andyou’re feeding colonies?”
“And trapping,” a familiar voice behind me says. “Apparently, I’m a cat whisperer. I’ve got to show you my skills, baby.”
I whirl to see Rowan, his piercing eyes smoldering.
Despite his dark circles and paler than usual skin, he’s just as handsome as ever.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he whispers. “I missed you.”
I throw myself into his arms, breathing in his stormy, wild aroma.
“I missed you, too,” I whimper, clinging to him. “I’m so, so sorry.”
He presses me closer to him. “It’s okay,” he promises.
