“Heather, I think she wants to stay with her mate. How about we all have dinner together? I know we haven’t eaten, and then we can all retire to our beds?” My dad offered the perfect solution.
“That sounds great. I jumped on it.” It’s not like we can bond when we’re sleeping anyway; I made excuses for myself.
Kyle had a few kitchen omegas bring down food trays from the packhouse. I enjoyed getting to know their names, and they had agreed to introduce me to a few of their friends tomorrow. I would spend some time in the kitchen tomorrow to keep myself busy while Kyle works, and then once I felt like I had politely given my parents enough alone time, I would bombard them with my presence.
“So Kyle, tell me a little more about this job,” my father asked, breaking the silence of cutlery
