Page 62 of Beginning Fate

“I think she felt bad when you ran off like that.”

I covered my face with my hands. “That was so embarrassing.”

“Hey, it worked some magic. She insisted on a full refund after that. I didn’t even ask for it. I only asked for tonight and the remainder of your stay.”

“Oh my God. I’ll never be able to show my face in there again.”

“No need. Because you’ll always have a place to stay with me.”

He seemed so certain of that when I was so unsure of where my future would lead me now.

I stayed quiet on the drive back to the doghouse. And when we arrived, he took gathered up my things and took them inside.

Several of the guys were hanging out in the main living room area. Monte looked up and nodded, which drew the attention of the others.

My cheeks burned. I wondered what they would think about me temporarily moving in.

None of them seemed surprised or bothered by it. They just went back to doing whatever they were doing without even saying a word.

I didn’t question it until we were in Denny’s room, behind closed doors where I knew they couldn’t hear us. I didn’t really understand why or how that contraption thing he mentioned worked, but I trusted that it did.

“Did you warn them I was going to be staying here?”

“Nope.”

“But they didn’t look surprised to see me.”

“They know you’re my mate. They are probably more confused that I didn’t move you in sooner.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal.

But to me, this was a very big deal.

“I need to let Kylie know about this.”

“Don’t want her blindsided or anything?” he guessed.

“Exactly.”

“You feel very nervous right now. Relax. I told you nothing is going to happen that you don’t want. I know how to behave, babe.”

I looked up, and he gave me a wicked grin. I suspected he could get away with murder from that look alone—so innocent.

I laughed. “Sure you do.”

I was flirting with him now and it felt so natural. If anything, I was nervous about the fact that I wasn’t nervous at all. That was the part that kept hitting me the hardest.

“Are you sure I don’t need to dress up for the party tonight?” I asked him, choosing to change the subject.

“I’m positive. I’m just wearing jeans and a tee-shirt. Nobody will care what either of us is wearing.”

“Okay,” I finally said, and I started to relax.

I could handle that.

“How about some dinner before the party? I can book us a reservation where I work.”

“Like a date?”

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