Page 65 of Second Chance Mates

I nod. “I’d like that.”

It’ll certainly take my mind off my crazy dream.

22

JAXON

“Idon't think you understand; my wedding has to be perfect,” Lucy says as she stares at her laptop screen with wide eyes and flailing fingers over the keys.

My eyes roll automatically. All I’ve heard over the last few months is wedding plans, and I can see her turning into bridezilla within the next few days. The date is getting closer, and she’s about to burst.

“Our wedding, babe.” Sebastian’s voice floats through the kitchen. Lucy glances up at him with a sudden nod—it’s like she didn’t even remember he was here.

Oh, boy.

“Sorry.” A hand raises beside her head. “Our wedding.”

“Well, if you wanted it to be perfect, you wouldn’t be looking for the wedding cake nine days before now…would you?” I quirk a brow in her direction.

Unsurprisingly, she scowls at me with heavy annoyance. “Shut up, Jaxon. It’s not my fault the original cake company didn’t get back to me.”

“Yeah,” I rasp heavily. “It’s called having a backup. I can’t believe you decided to do this yourself and not get a wedding planner.”

Lucy stares at me like I’ve stomped on a puppy. “Until you get married, brother, you have no opinion. Back. Off.”

I glance at Sebastian who rests his head in his hands, muttering words under his breath. The corner of my lips tug. I shouldn’t be getting involved, but it’s far too easy to get under my sister’s skin, and seeing Sebastian fight for his life—and her attention—is something else to add to the morning entertainment.

My head immediately turns to the door. My wolf's senses are ridiculously alert since Ava helped me shift for the first time in a while. She walks into the kitchen with damp hair over her shoulders and an oversized hoodie clung to her body. The sleeves hang over her wrists. She looks adorable. I clench internally at how she glances at me and offers me the sweetest smile.

“Morning,” I exhale gently.

I flick my eyes down to find her barefoot, the black leggings cutting off at her ankles. The sounds of her footsteps echo in my ears as I watch her near the counter. To human ears, you wouldn’t be able to hear a thing, but I hear those delicate steps.

“Morning,” she greets.

Lucy suddenly turns to my mate. “Oh, thank the Goddess. Ava! I need your opinion. These idiots don’t have the first clue about wedding cakes.”

She blinks at her outburst. “Okay.” A hesitant laugh falls from her lips. “But I don’t know how helpful I’ll be.”

I watch her as she loops around the counter and settles behind my sister, flicking between different slides on the laptop screen. “Trust me, better than this lot.”

“What flavour are you going for?” Ava asks.

“I want it to be three-tiered. The bottom will be raspberry and white chocolate, the middle will be caramel, and the top will be a classic Victoria sponge.” Lucy claps her hands together as she lists each one.

Ava smiles in agreement. “Sounds tasty.”

“But which style do you think? The decoration of the cake is important to me. It has to be a little out there but also not too much.” Lucy bites her lip as if she’s about to chew the entire thing off while Ava moves closer to the screen for better assessment. “This with the bright flowers or this one but with a bit of sparkle?”

I study Ava’s face as she analyses both cakes with her ultimate thinking expression. My shoulders fall relaxed at the way she wants to help my sister but is obviously out of her depth. I adore seeing her like this. “The second one.”

A huge grin stretches across Lucy’s face. “I’m so glad you said that because I think so, too!” Her hands clap together like one of those annoying monkey toys. “I’m going to order it now.”

Ava huffs out air like that was the toughest decision of her life. She meets my eyes as she walks around the counter and then stops. “What?”

I must look like a Cheshire cat. “Nothing.” I shake my head. “Hungry?”

“Yeah.”

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