CHAPTER 177 Unity

  ~ RIG ~

  I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, starving, and getting ready for a late dinner Cara had been cooking when I felt Mack’s claws scratching at my mind, a submissive request to link that surprised me. Usually, unless I was closed off, he just spoke into my head and expected me to shut him down if it was a problem.

  I looked at Cara, who caught the expression on my face and paused in rinsing the pasta she’d just taken off the stove.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Mack,” I said carefully.

  Her eyes widened a little, but she went back to the food, trusting me to fill her in. I could see the tension in her, though. We’d both been waiting, our nerves growing with every hour passing that those two stayed away from each other. I’d planned to talk to him tomorrow if we hadn’t heard anything. With Cara and I bonded, were going to have to make some decisions if those two didn’t get their shit together.