"Well," she murmured back, "even if we manage to eat all of it, we'll still have to be careful." Owen and Dr. Gwen had managed to convince the Park Wardens of their mountain to just...stay away from it, and let Nature take its own course in those rolling hills, but Montana was a different sort of country. Although, if it was as wide and big as Owen intimated, there might not be much human interference, at that.

Omega's answering purr made her warm inside, and Blue bit her lip, knowing that it was extremely unfair to begin something without being able to finish it. Her mate deserved better than that. He didn't deserve her hesitance, her irrational fear. And he definitely didn't deserve to have Vic-fucking-Hoskins still, even now, haunting them with his damned ghost.

Blue abruptly put the phone aside and clasped her fingers together, staring unseeing at her hands. "Omega," she began without preamble, although her voice was quiet, unsure, "--I need--I have to tell you something." Her knuckles began to whiten. "And you have to promise that you won't--wreck anything when I do..." Blue turned her head just enough to gaze up at him around the fall of dark hair. "--please."