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He put his phone away and picked up his fork and knife again. “Me, too.”

This time, when he looked at me, there was something more in his gaze. Something that my wolf couldn’t understand, but I certainly did.

Since Carys had cooked, we told her to go shower and relax while we did the dishes. We really needed a dishwasher, but that was put way down the list in my mind. We could deal, when it was just the three of us.

Kye put on some music from his phone and we cleaned the kitchen together. He hummed along to a raspy-voice singer, and I got stuck on the lyrics.

I could hear my future self in those words. About a man losing control when his person wasn’t close to him. Because whatever else Kye was, he was my mate, and that was everything to a wolf.

Later, when we all retreated upstairs to go to bed, Carys chose to sleep in a T-shirt and a pair of Kye’s drawstring sleep pants she had to roll up some. I had decided to wear a tank and boxer briefs because I ran hotter, and Kye wore the clothes he’d put on after the shower. At least that way there would be less skin contact during the night.

“We need to get you clothes,” Kye told her as he pulled the new duvets back so we could climb in.

“That’d be great,” she admitted, blushing a little. “I didn’t have many things when I got here.”

“I’ll make sure there’s a clothing fund for the pack,” I said easily when I climbed into bed first, as they were clearly waiting for my cue. “Until then, you can use my card.” I knew Kye didn’t have money and that she would feel awkward using Rian’smoney for something so personal, so I punched my brand new pillow a few times without looking at them and added, “That way you can go to Target or get something online. I’m sure once Rian gets here, he’ll try to buy you the moon, but you know, let’s start small.”

She giggled and climbed in, settling to the other side. “That sounds like a deal.”

Kye stood next to the bed and observed us thoughtfully. “So it would seem I’ll be spooned no matter what I do.”

Then he managed to crawl over his sister and get under the covers sort of halfway under both of our covers.

“What do we think about the light?” I asked, because there was a lamp on the bedside table on my side and the ceiling light had been turned off already.

“Can we leave it on?” Carys asked in a small voice.

“Absolutely.” I made myself comfortable and realized I was facing Kye. “Hi.”

He grinned, then gestured at his head. “I need to remember to sleep on this side.”

Right. If he turned to face Carys, he’d sleep on the cut.

Carys’ hand slid under his arm as she plastered herself against his back and yawned. “You’re the little spoon until your head heals.” She giggled tiredly. “Does that mean Brodie is your little spoon?”

Kye grinned. “I don’t know. Does it?” He raised a brow at me.

I shrugged as much as I could lying down. “I don’t know. Might as well?”

Then I rolled over and moved back until I could feel his body heat behind mine. I left a sliver of distance between our bodies.

“Good night,” I said, and got a mostly-asleep hum from Carys.

Kye slid his arm around me and placed his hand over my heart. “Good night, Alpha,” he murmured.

I fell asleep to his breath caressing the back of my neck every now and then, both the wolf and I the most content we’d felt in a long, long time.

Chapter Eight

Kye

By the time I woke up, the bed was empty. My head was sore, and for a moment my brain tried to tell me it was a hangover. Then I remembered the events of the previous day and sighed.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to do my morning routine. I hated that part of my hair was clumped together with dried blood, but there was very little I could do to it when I couldn’t really see the cut properly. I assumed with Carys’s help, we could maybe get some of the blood combed out, but did I want to risk aggravating the area? Maybe not.

I got dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved T, then padded downstairs in my socks, since I’d left my shoes by the stairs last night. They’d been kind of nasty after the fall, so I hadn’t taken them upstairs.

My phone had been on silent all night, and I realized I had picked it up off the dresser and hadn’t even looked at it.

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