I didn’t know which of the men she was saying it to, and it didn’t seem to matter. Laughter was the only thing behind me.

* * *

This place was incredible. Nesting Inc. was a place I’d never gone, because I was afraid of exactly what was happening in my brain right now. I was looking at everything around me and holy fuck I wanted all of it. Soft blankets and fuzzy pillows. Colored lights. Everything and anything you might need to create a nest. It was a three story warehouse divided by section, and then by color.

“Have I died and gone to heaven?”

Rylan laughed. “I hope not.”

Addison stood beside me, and I looked over at her. “I have no idea where to start.”

“I’ve designed plenty of nests before. Do you want me to go through the order I usually do? Or just walk through the store and point at what you like?”

“Order. Please.” Another time if I needed more things I could come and browse, but I had a feeling it would be an all day thing, and even though my heat wasn’t bearing down on me this second, I didn’t have that kind of time.

She laced her fingers together and stretched her arms over her head, cracking her neck back and forth like she was about to run a marathon. “All right. Cushion covers first.”

Setting off, I glanced at the pack behind me. Every single one of them was trying desperately not to laugh. Rylan was nearly in tears with it. Not at me, but at Addison’s seriousness and determination.

The cushion cover section alone was incredible. The walls of the section kind of looked like the nest at the pack’s house, with the cushions all the way up the walls in different colors and fabrics.

“So these all go over the ones you have at the house. They can be changed in and out easily for cleaning or if you decide you want something different. You can get as many as you like, any combination. The nest at the guy’s house has… I think it was something like seventy cushions? So don’t hold back.”

Seventy? Wow. There were a ton of possibilities. But I couldn’t only think about this like an artist. If I did, I would be here forever designing a pattern of fabric in my head. No, the Omega Instincts I always kept locked away needed to be what helped me here.

There was a screen and a rolling wheel of fabrics, so I walked over to it and started touching.