Page 14 of Fated Secret Baby

Duh, Orion.

“I gathered that,” Calista responds with a little tilt of her lips. “So… is it a bad time?”

“No.” I move so I’m not standing in the doorway. “Come on in.”

“Okay.” She brushes by me as she walks past, and her smell, that blend of vanilla and cinnamon, overwhelms me.

It goes straight to my cock.

I follow her, hoping she doesn’t look back to notice me adjusting myself. I haven’t been with anyone since she left, and that hasn’t been a problem for me.

Until now.

“This is a nice place, Orion,” she murmurs.

The compliment hits something primal in me. She likes your home. It makes me want to growl with satisfaction.

“Thank you,” I manage to grit out. It’s low and gravelly.

She turns to look back at me, her eyebrow raised. “Are you sure this is a good time? You seem…”

“I’m fine,” I cut her off. I take a deep breath and try to clear my throat slightly. “What can I help you with, Calista?”

She bites her lip, and the motion makes blood leave my brain completely. She nods “I… Um… I was hoping we could…”

There are so many ways that I want that sentence to end. I was hoping we could talk about what happened. I was hoping we could chat. I was hoping we could make out on your couch.

Yeah. I need to get a reality check real quick because those things are not going to happen.

“Amara’s house flooded. The trees destroyed her plumbing, and so I don’t have anywhere to stay,” she finally blurts. “I’m leaving. Tomorrow.”

My ears start ringing. Leaving.

She can’t leave. I just got her back.

“I just didn’t want you to think I stood you up for coffee,” she says quietly.

I blink. Questions ricochet through my mind. It feels so sudden but familiar.

We’ve been here before, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, looking to the side. “I… I should go. I need to pack.”

“Do you want to go?”

It feels like, out of all the questions that I could ask, that one makes the least amount of sense. Of course she wants to go. She doesn’t live here, after all. She’s just visiting. There’s nothing that would keep her here, and if she’s here to see Amara, they probably have done all the visiting they need.

I should ask any other question. Such as why did you leave?

But that’s not the one that I ask, all the same.

Calista blinks at me. “Um. I guess not, but I don’t really have another option.”

“I have somewhere for you to stay.”

She flushes, a pretty blush climbing up her cheeks, and looks around. “Orion, I don’t think I should stay here with you.”

Oh. “I have somewhere else.” She tilts her head and looks at me, and I shrug. “I’ve been buying properties around Oakwood. Vacation rentals. For tourists or… visitors to the pack. I have one that’s empty. You can stay there.”

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