Page 18 of Delivered to My Wolves

“I will.” She started toward the door and then looked back. “I…it’s a busy day, and I will try to text or call, but I’m not sure and…”

Fitz and I chuckled. The female was a rambler, and it was the most damned adorable thing. I nodded. “Call if you want to, and only if you get a minute and we’re on your mind, Haven. No pressure from us. We can entertain ourselves. Go be your badass self.”

She smiled, and it jolted my every cell with pure electricity. “Well, you two can text me. Let me know what mischief you’re getting into. I can live vicariously through you.”

We spent the day exploring the city and sent Haven pictures when we could. She responded to some, but there were hours when we didn’t hear from her. She was a busy woman and the fact that she made time to respond to our updates meant something. According to Tilly, our Haven was so powerful and smart that she’d been offered enough money for her app to set up her and her family for generations to come.

Our Haven. Yeah, that’s who she was.

We’d gotten home from a long lunch and some exploring and intended to start dinner when we heard the front door shut. “Guys?” Haven called out, surprising us both.

“Everything okay?” Fitz assessed her from head to toe, making her giggle. “Did something happen?”

“I had a long meeting with a company in Japan, and Tilly had scheduled it for two hours and then two more hours to go over everything with my team, but apparently a bug swept through said company, and they had to cancel. I’m free this afternoon and even tonight. I can’t even tell you the last time I had an afternoon off.”

“Well, we’re glad. We were about to start dinner. Are you hungry now?”

“I am. I can grab something,” she said. “But first I have to get out of this suit. It’s getting more uncomfortable by the minute.”

She hopped up the stairs and while she went to change, probably into something delectable as she wore the night before, I made her a small snack board with cheese, meat, crackers, and grapes. When she came back down, we had her snack on the living room table. She changed into a shorts and tank combo and had apparently abandoned her bra, which was no problem as far as I was concerned. Her fiery hair was piled up on top of her head, but a few rebellious strands fanned out along her back. “You made this for me? I was just going to get a bowl of cereal.”

“You need more than cereal after a hard day. Sit with us. We have some questions for you.”

“Shoot,” she said and accepted the snack plate from my hands. We settled on either side of her, and she didn’t squirm or move over. She fit between us just right.

“Why did you start the app? We’ve been reading up on you a bit today while we were having lunch, but it doesn’t say anywhere why you started it. We want to know all your whys.”

She finished chewing and then smiled. “It was my parents. They met each other right after turning eighteen. They are so in love. You’ll see when you meet them. They were always making out in the kitchen, or I would catch them dancing in the living room with no music on. Stealing glances and holding hands.” Her phone made a noise, and she rose up on her knees to retrieve it from the table at the back of the sofa. I thought we had lost her to a phone call but instead, she turned it completely off and tossed it onto the table. “It was fate for them. I have no doubt in my mind that my parents are the very definition of true and fated mates. And not only did I want that for myself, but I wanted that for others as well. Human dating apps are shit, and most times you can’t tell a creeper from a nice guy. My app has a background check built in and, while that doesn’t guarantee anything, it’s way safer. And we don’t discriminate, either. We have shifters and monsters of all sorts. Relationships of all shapes and sizes. It’s all inclusive. No one is left out or shunned because of who they choose or how they choose to love.”

“That’s incredible,” Fitz said. “You are incredible. Your whole face lights up when you speak about your parents.”

She nodded. “Thank you. Now, what other questions do you have?”

Chapter Fifteen

Fitz

That morning, when we gave Haven her breakfast to go, she’d made a comment about loving breakfast for dinner. So, that’s what we made her. Pancakes with cinnamon apples to top them, fluffy scrambled eggs with chives, and crisp bacon. Orange juice and coffee. One of the nice things about being a shifter was the ability to drink full-caffeinated coffee in the evening. Most of us were untroubled by the effects and just enjoyed the taste.

While I stirred the eggs and Collyn flipped hotcakes, Haven sat at the table and entertained us with stories about some of the matches the app had brought together. “I can only tell you these because the mates agreed to be featured on the app or otherwise by us. Otherwise, privacy is paramount.”

“I can see how many people would not want their personal lives under the public eye,” Collyn said, adding to the pile of golden cakes keeping warm in the oven. “That’s the last of these. Are the eggs ready?”

“Just about.” I turned off the burner and covered the pan to let the residual heat finish the cooking.

“Do we want to eat in the kitchen or take trays to the living room and start the movie?” Collyn reached for a stack of plates in the cupboard.

“Would it be all right if we watched the movie while we eat?” Haven sounded so hopeful. “I haven’t seen a movie in forever, and this one is number one on my list.”

“We can do whatever we want because we are three grown-ups who make our own rules.” I turned in a circle. “Where did I see those trays?”

Haven looked blank. “I have trays?”

She really needed to spend more time in the kitchen. Eating and talking. Not cooking. Or washing dishes. We’d be glad to make sure our mate was well fed. Her home comfortable and warm and cozy as we could help make it. I remembered the trays were in a cabinet by the sink, and soon, we were settled in a row on the sofa with our breakfast for dinner and a movie about a princess and a dragon and some conflict I lost track of because all I could focus on was the beauty of our mate sitting between us, cutting off little bites of pancake and egg, closing her lips around the fork, her eyes half closing when she got a particularly perfect bite. We hadn’t bought syrup at the store, mostly because we hadn’t been thinking pancakes at the time, but we had frozen blueberries, and I’d cooked them down with a little sugar into a syrupy compote that did the job.

When the movie ended, Collyn stood up and yawned. “I’ll clear and then I’m going to take a hot shower and crawl into bed. If you two don’t mind?”

“No, it’s okay, Collyn.” Haven moved to stand. “But if you’re tired, I’ll take care of the kitchen.”

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