Cole hides my modesty the best he can, but at this point Brock knows more about me than most people do.
“We’re going to get changed and I’m going to call Jonah. I’m sure he’ll be able to pull some strings,” Cole says.
I tilt my head, wanting more information about his pack, but I have bigger worries right now.
Brock nods. “I’ll stick to my word, Cole. Good luck to the both of you, I need to go rent a unit and take a shower so my Omega doesn’t kill me on sight,” Brock says, shutting the door behind him.
Cole helps adjust me so that I’m standing up. I know I look like a fucking mess, with ripped leggings covered in drying slick, but he doesn’t act like it. In fact, he takes care of me first, sorting through my luggage and grabbing clean clothes.
The space is small, but he makes do, helping me get undressed. I’d be lying if every ounce of me didn’t want to push him back in that captain’s chair and have him knot me again, but I think some survival instinct knows I need to get out of here safely.
Cole is gentle with me, which has me arguing with my restraint even more.
He grabs my face, his eyes searching mine, and I wonder what he sees. A feral Omega on the verge of going into full-blown heat? Or something more?
His thumbs rub against my skin. They’re more calloused than I’d imagine a pilot’s being.
“I need you to sit in Brock’s chair while I make some calls and get us sorted. Can you do that for me?”
I look down at his crotch, his loose belt, and slick covered trousers. He grabs my face harder.
“Sweetheart, I really need you to focus.”
I like the pet name, and I know he’s right, so I nod and sit in the chair.
Cole changes his clothes quickly, and I notice he shoves all the‘dirty’ones that smell like us in his luggage.
His sigh is heavy and agitated as he picks up his phone and turns, facing the other direction.
The other man on the phone is talking, so I can’t hear, until Cole sighs again.
“There’s a pretty big situation here. I need you to figure out how to transport me and an Omega in heat to Heat Haven.”
I bite my lip, not liking being referred to in that way, but I ignore it.
“It’s a long fucking story. I’ll tell you everything.” There’s a long pause. “She wants us to take her to Heat Haven and be a part of her heat.”
More silence ensues and I feel like I’m waiting forever as Cole nods and listens to the other man on the phone. What if he says no? Will Cole still be interested in me?
If they aren’t interested, what the hell am I going to do?
Cole glances over at me as he listens to the man. It’s almost like all the tension leaves him and he sighs in relief.
“Yeah, I can do that. Do you have someone who can collect her luggage?”
He glances at me and swallows.
“Shiloh, what’s your last name?” he asks.
I grin, that means they said yes right?
“Hansen,” I reply softly.
“Shiloh Hansen. I’ll have her contact her family. Plane’s done for the night, we have time,” Cole says. “Yes.”
He turns his back to me, his voice low, but I can still hear him. “Pretty, brown hair and eyes, early twenties, lemon pound cake.”
I smile, feeling smug as shit about him calling me pretty. Hopefully, it doesn’t take long for this plan to come to fruition because the compliment is making me want him even more.
