Page 54 of Broken-Hearted

“Anything,” he promises.

I arch a brow at him. “Why do I think your mind is in the gutter?”

“Not the gutter.” Right in the doorway of a busy diner, he kisses me.

And right there, in front of a diner full of people probably looking, I kiss him back. I couldn’t even tell you why.

13

We’re climbing out of Nathan’s car outside the Blackshaw farmhouse, fresh from laughing over amazing coffee and the most incredible cherry pie I’ve ever had in my life when the front door swings open and Dayne’s bulky figure fills it.

He’s holding a wiggling toddler in his arms when he nods a greeting at me, then focuses on Nathan. “I need to talk to you.”

I eye Angel’s red face and tear-stained cheeks, and can only assume I missed out on the loud screams Nathan warned me about.

Nathan frowns. “But?—”

Dayne is already walking back inside, the door slamming shut behind him. “Now.”

That’s alphas for you. There’s no later. Only now.

Nathan blows out a frustrated breath. “I’ll see what he wants and be right back.”

So much for our run in the forest.

Maybe this is a good thing, I tell myself, tamping down my disappointment. We’ve spent most of the day together, which is probably too much time.

I back up. “No worries. It was fun while?—”

“Peach.” His expression is serious. “There’s no ‘it was fun while it lasted’. Let me see what Dayne wants and we’ll pick up where we left off, okay?”

I should say no.

Really, I should.

“What stage are we at now in romancing Clara Vincent?” I ask, curious.

His grin is wicked. “That would be ruining the surprise. I won’t be long.”

He kisses me and I watch him stride over to the house and disappear inside before I turn toward the path that leads to my cabin. I should clean up, but I know I won’t. I’ll put something trashy on TV, crawl into bed, and call Martha.

A woman calls out, “Clara?”

I peer over my shoulder.

A beautiful woman with long blonde hair, wearing a white midi skirt and blank tank top, is hurrying down the stairs. Savannah, I recall.

“Do you have a minute?”

“I do. What’s up?”

As she hurries over, her scent drifts toward me.

Nathan said Savannah was pregnant but was keeping quiet about it for now. I do what the rest of the pack must be doing: pretend not to notice the faint scent that tells me she’s pregnant.

“I saw Dayne drag Nathan upstairs to help with the twins, so they’ll be awhile.”

I frown. “Helpwith the twins? I thought he was in trouble.”

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