Page 32 of Wolf Obsessed

Lincoln groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his face.

I looked over my shoulder to find that his eyes were shut and his face was scrunched up. “Hey, you okay?”

Lincoln dropped his hands into his lap and gave me a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just tired and a little sore. In my head, I knew I shouldn’t run like that, but my wolf had other ideas. He’s been cooped up too long, I think.”

Swallowing nervously, I set the spoon down in the pan and kneeled in front of him. “Should I go get my mom?”

“No. I’m fine. Promise.”

I worried my bottom lip as I studied him through narrowed eyes.

He reached out and tucked a finger under my chin. “I’ll be fine. Trust me. You and Sawyer aren’t getting rid of me.”

I gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “You’re a fighter.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t know about all that.”

I glared at him. “You took a near lethal dose of wolfsbane and then tackled your brother out a second-story window to save me. Trust me. You’re a fighter.”

Lincoln’s brows pinched. He opened his mouth and then closed it. I gave him a pointed look before turning back to the stove and whipped the eggs in the pan as I cursed under my breath. They were starting to stick to the bottom, and the faint smell of burned eggs hit me.

So much for being able to make scrambled eggs.

At least they looked salvageable.

The chair creaked as Lincoln leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry about Mikey.”

I gripped the edge of the pan handle tighter as I stirred. “You don’t have to apologize for him. It’s not your fault.”

Lincoln made a noise in the back of his throat. “I’m not sure when he got so out of control. My dad at least has some limits. Mikey’s out of his mind.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I flipped the stovetop off and grabbed two plates and a glass, then I scooped a larger helping onto Lincoln’s before giving it and some water to him. I joined him at the table with my plate.

Lincoln shoveled a few heaping forkfuls into his mouth and closed his eyes. “These are good.”

I laughed. “You won’t hurt my feelings if you tell me they’re burned.”

He jabbed his fork into his eggs. “They aren’t burned.”

I took a bite and then a few more. He might be right. Thank goodness.

Lincoln took a large gulp of water and finished his eggs in record time. “Do you think I’d be able to look at my laptop?”

I scooped the last bit of my eggs into my mouth and grabbed both our plates, going to the sink. “Sure. It’s in my dad’s office. I’m sure he’ll be in there by now.”

I bit my lip as I rinsed the dishes. “He’s been looking forward to meeting you.”

Over my shoulder, Lincoln gulped and chuckled as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

I set the clean dishes and pan in the drying rack and sank down next to Lincoln. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about anything. My dad is incredibly thankful for all you have done for me already.”

I picked up his hand as I stood, and he got up with me. I leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “I know you don’t like being around people, and this is all new to you. We won’t stay for long.”

Lincoln pulled me into a hug. “We do need to speak with your father. I’ve been out of it for so long, I need to know what’s going on with the website too.”

A frown marred his face as he pulled back. His gaze darted around the kitchen. “Back home, it was suffocating to leave my room. It doesn’t feel that way here. Your house feels…safe.”

My stomach dropped at his admission. I pulled him into my embrace again. “It is safe. It’s home.”

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