Page 7 of When She Needs Them Most
It’s also beautiful.
Basically, it’s my dream home. And if things go well, the owner might agree to sell to me one day.
Unfortunately, the heating system leaves something to be desired. I tuck the quilt tighter around my shoulders as I briefly consider turning it up.
When I first turned it on, it smelled like something was burning, but according to a quick internet search, that can happen sometimes. I’m still not sure I should risk it.
I’d probably be in better spirits if I had a yummy dinner on the way. It was a stark realization that there are zero places available for delivery. That’s kind of an exaggeration. There were a couple of options, but they all cut off delivery to my area at seven during the winter.
It’s totally bizarre.
I’m used to living in a decent-sized city where I could get Chinese and pizza delivered at midnight if I wanted to. Then again, this place is much safer than the neighborhood I’m moving from.
It’s just something that will take a little getting used to.
There are snacks, but they’re out in my car. I also brought a cooler full of drinks, but I haven’t had the energy to lug it in to stock the fridge.
I silently apologize to Luna for being a shit mother, but chips and granola bars will have to do for tonight. There’s no way I’m driving ten or fifteen minutes into town right now. It’s not far, or it didn’t seem like it on the ride in, but I’m exhausted to the point that even the walk to my car seems like a lot of work.
The house is strangely silent, since I don’t have a television yet. I brought my laptop, but it’s basically useless until they turn on my internet service the day after tomorrow. I could use the hotspot on my phone, but that also seems like a hassle right now.
I’ll probably just go to bed early and pray my stuff arrives on time in the morning.
A loud, echoing knock on the front door catches my attention, and I jolt.
The bay window is a decent size, just a few feet longer than me. I’ve been stretched out on it, since the air mattress seems impossible to get down on if I ever want to get back off of it.
I wiggle my toes and move my feet to the floor before tossing the quilt off my shoulders. My feet are still swollen and sore, but elevating them seems to have helped a little.
My head tilts as I stare at the door. It’s after eight. If the neighbors wanted to come say hello, they could’ve waited until tomorrow.
Then again, I’ve always dreamed of living somewhere with actual neighbors. The kind that wouldn’t scoff if you needed to borrow a cup of sugar or an egg for a recipe.
A slow smile still crosses my face. I’m in a real neighborhood now. Hopefully, there will be other children for Luna to grow up with and other moms who want to make mom-friends.
Coming to a stop at the door, I peek out the peephole and gasp.
It’s Kase and another guy.
A really hot guy.
Okay, so, they’re both very attractive.
I’m in my pajamas.
Oh, and as big as a damn house.
The man I don’t recognize has a takeout container in his hand. My stomach instantly reminds me that I skipped dinner, but I’m an omega.
It’s unsafe to open the door to two random alphas, right?
Yeah, it probably is.
Damn.
My slipper taps against the floor as I try to determine what to do.
“Chelsea? It’s Kase. We met earlier. So, I realized there’s no way you’ve eaten, since the fridge is empty and you don’t have pots and pans or even plates. Then my instincts wouldn’t let it go. I know it probably seems super sketchy, but if you could just grab the takeout, I promise we’ll leave you alone.”
