“How was your day?” I ask her as we head home.
“It was good. I met Nori. She stopped by and invited me to lunch later this week.”
“Good. You’ll like Nori. She’s good people.”
“She seems really nice. I think that we’ll be friends.”
I reach over and squeeze her hand, and she threads our fingers together. She asks me about my day, and I give her the boring details about the few traffic stops that I had—all tourists who were just passing through town—as I pull into our driveway.
“It’s nice that you get to help your pack so much,” she tells me, and I smile.
“Yeah, that’s the good part. Most of the calls just can be boring.”
We head inside, and I set my gun belt on the table by the door. Vera wanders into the kitchen, and I follow after her.
“Are you hungry?” She asks.
“Starved.”
“I can make us some dinner,” she offers.
“I’ll help you. What are you hungry for?”
“Something easy. How about spaghetti?” She suggests.
“Sounds good.”
We work together, moving around the kitchen and getting everything ready for dinner.
“We can put all of your things away after dinner,” I suggest as she plates our food.
“Okay, I don’t have much, so it shouldn’t take long.”
“Do you have more stuff back at your old place?” I ask as we sit down, and she shakes her head.
“No, just what I packed.”
“Well, we can get you some new things if you want. I’ll get you added to my accounts and get you your own debit and credit cards.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she protests, and I smile.
“You’re my mate. You’re mine, and what’s mine is yours.”
“I have some money in savings,” she says, and I smile.
“We’ll figure it out,” I promise her.
We both dig in, and we’re silent for a few minutes as we eat. My bear rolls over inside of me, and I smile.
Our mate is a good cook,he says, and I nod in agreement.
“This is really good,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“I love cooking. It has always been a great way to clear my head,” she says.
“Well, you can cook for me whenever you want to.”
She grins, her light green eyes sparkling happily, and I smirk back at her.