“Trust me. You can never have enough clothing when mated to a Veslor. Especially bras and panties.”
Vera frowned in confusion.
Abby winked. “Drak tends to tear them off me if they’re too sexy and he’s been gone from me for more than six hours.” She lowered her voice. “Veslors have a high sex drive.”
That information didn’t alarm Vera. Not after testing a mating with Roth. “Really? That’s promising.”
“It sure is.” Abby clicked on two more lace black bras, adding them to the virtual cart. “I just wish they had better selections. We’ll do some shopping from Earth next week. That’s when I send my latest wish list to my best friend, Megan. She took over some of my duties at D Corp that I can’t handle from here. I had her hire an assistant just to do my shopping. Megan sends me monthly shipments.”
“That must be nice. Is that the food, too?”
“Yes. Speaking of a flight coming this way from Earth…you have an apartment there, correct?”
“Yes.”
Abby turned in her seat to stare at Vera. “Roth will throw a fit if you plan to fly back there without him to get your stuff. He won’t be able to go with you anytime soon, since their king’s assigned them to Defcon Red. But I’d like to help with that. I can have Megan’s assistant pack up your stuff and ship it here.”
“But I live in San Francisco.”
“That’s not a problem. I assume you can contact management to give Addison clearance to gain entry.”
“Yes. I’d just need her full name. You’d do that?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you so much, Abby.”
“It’s no problem. Commander Bills assigned us a large storage unit onboard for my food shipments. Part of it isn’t refrigerated. I can have Addison pack everything and have it all flown here. My parents gifted me with a space yacht, and that’s what we use every month. It keeps the crew working, otherwise they’d have to find jobs elsewhere and the yacht would just sit parked on Earth, not being used.”
“You’re so kind. I’ll just make a list of important stuff that I want. The furniture I own isn’t anything worth shipping.”
“Really? It’s no big deal.”
Vera sighed. “Really. And it kind of is. I bought most of it secondhand anyway, since I wasn’t home much. There was no need to waste money on new furniture that I hardly used. I’d like it if your Addison could donate my furniture and just pack my personal belongings.”
“Done.”
Vera reached out and took Abby’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “Thank you. It will also mean I can avoid my biological father if he’s hanging around my apartment, hoping to ask me for money. I never want to see him again. He’s a jerk.”
“Would he honestly harass you?”
“Every chance he gets,” Vera admitted.
“I’ll send a warning about him to Megan. We don’t want your whereabouts shared, if you’re not close to him. Her assistant will take a few guards with her to pack up your place, just in case he does show up.”
“That would be great.”
“We’re family now. Or we will be after tonight. Think of me like a sister. I hope you always wanted one.” Abby laughed.
Vera blinked back tears.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just still a little emotional. I didn’t have any real family left.”
“Now you have a big one.” Abby winked. “Okay. Up next, we should probably buy you pajamas.”
“I don’t plan to wear any with Roth. I like sleeping naked with him.”
“Fair enough, but I’m buying you comfortable loungewear. You’ll need that. I can’t tell you how many nights Darla and the cubs and I have piled into the living room to sleep together, while our men are on assignment.”
“Are they gone often?”
“No.” Abby shook her head. “Sometimes they’re sent on missions with the tactical teams, though, and we worry while they’re gone. Darla and I can’t sleep if our mates aren’t here, until they return safely.”
“Okay.”
Abby went back to her device, still shopping. Vera’s gaze kept going to Roth and Drak. Both men were sitting on one of the couches about twenty feet away. They spoke softly enough that she couldn’t hear their conversation. Whatever the topic, both seemed tense to her.
Vera lowered her voice. “What do you think that they’re talking about?”
Abby raised her head and whispered back. “Probably plotting on how to find the person who tried to poison you. They aren’t going to let that go. No one attempts to kill a mate and gets away with it. I almost feel