In seconds, Felix came out of his office. “What’s going on?”
“You interrupted his work? This is silly.”
I countered, “Nothing you want is silly.”
“Fine. I thought maybe I could teach online classes. They have those remote schools for children, and I thought I might be good at that. I have the degree.”
“You already researched this?” Felix asked.
“Yes. There’s a vetting process, but I could do it. I think.”
“Well, I know.” Tyrone downed a glass of water. “You can do anything you set your heart to.”
“We can build out a studio, and it can be your office. A dry-erase board. A computer. If you want it, consider it done.”
“Just like that?” she asked, eyeing all of us. I loved her eyes on me anytime but, when she was happy, I loved it most of all.
“Just like that.”
“You are all amazing. I’ve been holding onto that for days thinking it was silly of me.”
“Not silly at all,” Tyrone replied. He walked over and she squealed as he hugged her. “You’re going to be fantastic.”
Felix nodded. “I agree. Come see me later and we’ll research everything you need. Get started on the process.”
Something passed between them. Felix and our omega weren’t officially mated yet, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before our pack was bonded completely.
I slapped my hands on my thighs. “That settles it. Now we need some lunch.”
Felix walked into the kitchen and started to look around. “Do we have any of those muffins left?”
Before her, we’d simply existed. Waiting on something. Anything. Dealing with our past. Not knowing our direction.
Millie gave us our purpose in life. To make her happy. To make our sleuth better. To live a happy life.
And as long as she was here, we were definitely happy.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Millie
Tyrone and Cannon were out of town for the afternoon, picking up the new sink and other bathroom materials for the nest addition when it came over me. At first, I just thought the warm day was making me thirsty and feel overheated, but after a couple of hours, I knew something else was wrong. I went into the kitchen and sat at the counter sipping a bottle of cold water. It didn’t help much.
“Omega, would you like some lunch?” Felix came in and opened the refrigerator. “I thought we could have leftover roast beef sandwiches. There’s some Swiss cheese in here and tomatoes…”
“No thanks. Not hungry. I think I have the flu, Felix.”
“Oh no. What are the symptoms?”
I’m hot and itchy and thirsty. Everything aches. My head, my arms, my legs. Even my hair. I am sure I have a fever.”
“Well that’s not good.” He turned around from the refrigerator and began to say something else, but then his nostrils flared. “Oh.”
“Yeah, I generally feel like hell. I think I’ll just go back to bed until it gets better. Maybe have some soup later.” I moved to stand, and he was right in front of me. “Felix?”
“You don’t have the flu.” He nuzzled my neck and growled. “Not the flu at all. Have you ever known a shifter with the flu?”
“I suppose not, but at school it went around a lot.”
