“We should straighten up and find a rest stop,” I laughed, then groaned as I fumbled my way out of the uncomfortable position the two of us were in.
“We definitely—ouch—should,” Jack agreed, wincing when I elbowed his side in an attempt to right myself. “And next heat wave, we’re not having sex in either of these seats.”
“I promise,” I laughed, then slumped into the passenger’s seat.
Okay, maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all. I hardly knew Jack and I would never be physically capable of bonding with him, but I still had an instinct that he was a good person and my type of guy.
We were still giggling ten minutes later, when we saw a sign for a rest area ahead. The service area had everything we needed. It took a bit of figuring things out once we parked beside a hookup spot, but between me, Jack, and the manual, we figured out how to plug the RV in.
“I bet they get pairs like us in here all the time,” I said as we exited the RV, both of us checking to make sure we weren’t crusted with slick or cum and that we wouldn’t get arrested for indecency the moment we stepped through the sliding doors.
“What, people who borrowed a luxury RV to run away from their gilded cage lives?” Jack asked, still smiling, but with an edge.
My heart ached for him.
The broken part of me throbbed and warped and nearly made me throw up.
“No, dummy.” I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. “Alpha and omega pairs caught in heat without warning.”
“Oh. Yeah. I guess you’re right about that,” Jack said, face heated.
I nudged him with my elbow and was surprised and delighted when he elbowed me back. It was like we’d been friends for ages instead of knowing each other for less than twenty-four hours.
I liked that.
A lot.
I’d been friends with Chester for ages before?—
Nope. I wasn’t going to let the agony of the past ruin a fun time with my new alpha friend.
“We should pick up some snacks while the RV is charging,” Jack said. “I noticed that there wasn’t anything to eat in that cool little kitchen.”
“It is a cool little kitchen, isn’t it,” I said, smiling and walking with a spring in my step by Jack’s side. It felt good to be out in public with a fantastic alpha.
“Do we want to get food that we can actually cook or just snacks?” Jack asked as we walked down a long aisle with everything from canned stew to cookies.
“Let’s get a little bit of everything,” I said.
“Sounds good.”
Jack looked around like he’d suddenly found himself on foreign shores. He’d probably never been in a highway rest stop before, come to think of it. He hadn’t said much about himself, but he’d mentioned high society and that he was a lawyer. He probably had people to shop for him.
He’d probably never gotten in trouble before.
With a cheeky grin, I glanced around, then grabbed a two-pack of frosted donuts from the shelf beside me and stuffed it up under my shirt.
“What are you doing?” Jack hissed, eyes going wide.
I glanced around, and because no one was looking, I reached out and snagged a package of beef jerky from the aisle on the other side. “Five-finger discount,” I whispered.
I didn’t even like beef jerky.
“You can’t do that!” Jack said, shifting restlessly, like he wasn’t sure whether to cover for me or turn me in.
“Come on,” I told him, leaning closer to him while reaching for a candy bar from the shelf with the donuts. “Live a little.”
“Shoplifting isn’t living,” Jack giggled, looking desperately around.
