Robin
Waking up alone in bed when I climbed under the covers with two of my fated mates is like taking a cold bucket of water to the face. My heart races as I jump out from under the covers.
The bathroom is empty, and I can’t help but hold my breath as I move toward the door to the main suite. I check my throat, and I can feel my marks.
As much as the last few days felt like a dream, it was all real.
I open the door and let out a huge sigh of relief when I see Harper and Jay are right there, standing by the side of the dining room table.
Harper turns and smiles. “Oh, hey, you’re awake!”
“What happened?” I ask, trying to sound casual while my system calms back down.
“Oh, um, nothing really,” Harper says as he comes toward me. “It’s just that I woke up and Jay heard me going to the bathroom,so he mentioned that Falcon and Shayne organized for lunch to be brought over from the café outside, or something?”
“Lunch?” I ask, wondering if it’s possible that I slept that late.
I’m not used to lying in bed for too long, but these last few days have been anything but usual.
“Uh, yeah,” he says, shrugging. “It’s almost one.”
The knock at the door makes me jump.
I seriously need to pull myself together.
Jay answers the door, while Harper pulls back a chair at the table and nods to me.
“Come, sit.”
I’m in one of Jay’s shirts which is big enough to look like a nightdress on me, so I guess I’m not completely indecent. Still, I feel a little weird about being served lunch while I have bedhead and morning breath.
The woman who walks into the room with the cart is the cook I met the last time I was in the cafeteria with Falcon. I smile at her as she brings the cart into the room.
“Hi, Pris,” I murmur.
“That Alpha of yours is a keeper,” she tells us. “He made sure to get me to bring over an entire pot of my soup, as well as all the best meals I’ve prepared for today. You three are in for a treat.”
“It smells amazing,” Harper admits. “Thank you.”
“No problem. I’ll see you all tomorrow at lunchtime. You can call the kitchen and ask for leftovers from the cafeteria at dinner if you want more of the best food that gets made here.”
She leaves with a wave and a bright smile.
Jay closes the door and locks it.
“She was friendly.”
“She makes amazing food, too,” I assure him, starting to get up.
“Sit,” he tells me. “I’ll bring it to the table.”
“I’ll grab plates and stuff,” Harper says, darting over to the kitchen and starting to go through the cabinets with surprising enthusiasm. “Oh … Nice … Well, that’s different.”
Jay’s lips twitch, and I can’t help but smile at how amused he is by Harper’s antics.
He moves over to the cart and starts unveiling the items on the top, before opening the curtain on the base to reveal the massive pot which must be the soup. There are two baskets of bread on either side of the pot, too.
“Oh, I hope it’s tomato,” I tell him. “That was so good.”
