Page 52 of Blue Moon Mistress

“Why do I have to hear about your dating life from your mother?”

“If it makes you feel any better, she heard about it from someone else. I didn’t cut you out instead of her deliberately.”

“It doesn’t make me feel better, Bagel.”

Chase raises a brow at the endearment, but says nothing as he and Thomas finish clearing off the table.

“Are they good guys? Are you taking the right precautions?”

“Yes, Dad. Everything is going to be fine. You and mom didn’t raise the kind of daughter who’d do something dangerous without an exit plan.”

I force a smile as I let my gaze drop to the floor, to the tips of my boots poking out from beneath my skirt. Because I don’t have an exit strategy for this. I don’t even know how I’d begging to plot one.

“I’m actually a little amazed mom was able to keep it from you for this long. Two days… must be a record.”

He says my name in a low tone. “She worries about my heart.”

“Your heart is as strong as it was when you were twenty. She knew you’d think this was a bigger deal than it is.”

Itisa big deal… but not for the reasons he’s going to list.

“Everything is fine.”

“She said they’re werewolves.”

“And she was right, which means they can hear everything you’re saying.”

He goes silent for a moment and I can almost see him straightening his cardigan in my mind. “I would like to talk to one of them.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary.” But Joshua holds out his hand, so I pass the phone over.

“Hello, Mr. Mathis. My name’s Joshua Dean.” He walks into the other room and the conversation fades to indistinct sounds for me.

The way Chase and Johnny look after him, I imagine they can still hear what’s being said.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Thomas asks

“No, he’s just worried.”

Chase looks a little offended. “He doesn’t have anything to worry about.”

“But he doesn’t know that, does he?” When they look confused, I ask, “How would you feel if you just found out your daughter had decided to fall in bed with four men who have a tendency to bite?”

Thomas’ face sours. “Fair.”

Johnny shakes his head and shuffles the deck. “This is why I only want sons.”

I chuckle and move the pieces around.

“Do you want sons?” Johnny asked.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, that is a random grab bag of genetics.”

“So you couldn’t like… do a spell?”

“People have tried before… it almost always results in problems for the mother or baby, or both. I haven’t actually heard of it working.” I give Johnny an apologetic smile. “But there have been no sons in my line for four generations. Which either means it won’t happen for me either… or we’re due.”

“So,” Chase says, elongating the word. “You want kids then?”

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