As soon as I started, it got easier. I knew what was wrong and what was right. Some fabrics were too scratchy, and others were too silky. Some were even too fuzzy. When I felt it, I stopped. Soft enough that I didn’t want to stop stroking the sample piece of fabric, but not so much I’d get tired of it. It wasn’t something to sink your fingers into like you would a blanket. It was a perfect base.

Tapping the button for it, the screen lit up a list of colors, and on the walls around us, tiny lights appeared next to the full-size samples. “This place is amazing,” I said.

“I thought you might think so.”

The guys were hanging back, but Luke stepped forward when I looked back at them. “You all right?”

“What do you guys like?”

He shook his head with a smile. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t want any of you to be uncomfortable while you’re helping me.”

“We won’t be, sweetheart. The main thing which makes an Alpha uncomfortable is when the Omega is. It matters a hell of a lot more than the kind of fabric we’re fucking on.”

Warmth rose under my skin. I wasn’t used to hearing things like that. But I better get the hell used to it, given why we were here. “Okay. But you guys don’t have to stand over there like you’re in exile.”

He grinned. “We didn’t want to influence you.”

“Noted. But I’d rather have you closer.”

“As you wish.” Lifting the back of my hand so he could kiss it, he winked. “I’ll tell them. Now keep picking things.”

“And you’re sure this is okay? I can pay for this.”

Luke’s eyes darkened, and I swore he grew taller. “Don’t even think about it.”

“You heard the man,” Addison laughed.

My heart felt lighter. I was smiling now while I looked at the walls and thought about the shape of the nest. What felt right?

While the windows were visible, everything was open to that beautiful, natural view. What would it be like to sit in there in the dark and watch the stars? The entire image clicked in my head the same way I’d felt the instinct settled when they closed the wall and completed the nest. I knew what I needed.

Purples, blues, and blacks. Silver. Ombre and stars. Entire galaxies of possibility whirled open in my mind. There were pretty dusk blues in a line on the wall, and I saw the gradient I wanted and looked at Addison. “How many did you say?”

“Seventy.”

That was an absurd number. But given the size of the cushions and how they rose up the walls, it made sense. “Okay. This is what I want.”