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He didn’t seem to care about the sticky mess between us, and I was too exhausted to move just yet.

“I got you,” he murmured, kissing my temple as I drifted back to sleep.

But I remember thinking the wordyesright before I dozed off.

Miles had me. He had me wrapped around his finger, and I really hoped that didn’t come back to bite me on the ass.

Chapter Fifteen-Miles

“Well?” I stood there waiting for her to respond.

The tray I carried held two mugs filled with fresh coffee and a plate of rye toast with butter.

I was frozen in place.

While Hope took a shower and got dressed for our meeting with the Barvale Clan Alpha and council, I’d made breakfast and coffee.

Cooking for my mate was a perk I didn’t see coming, but ever since yesterday afternoon, when I’d made her lunch, I knew it was something I’d want to do more regularly.

A woman like her needed someone to care for her and tend to her needs.

Me. She needed me.

She smelled fresh as a daisy, looked just as sweet and pretty as one, too, with her damp hair pulled away from her face in a loose braid. She wore a long dark yellow dress with tiny red and blue flowers dancing across the material.

It was loose and flowy, but it did nothing to hide her perfect curves.

So fucking pretty.

My mate was a veritable fucking beauty queen. She didn’t need ball gowns and heels. Hell, she looked fantastic in a loose cotton dress and sandals.

Her body was angled towards the windows. I was so damn tense, I thought I would snap.

It wasn’t perfect.

The deck, I mean. Not Hope.

Hope was absolutely perfect.

But the deck was not finished. Not just yet. But it was good and started. I’d opened the windows next to the dining table for her to see when she came down to eat.

“You did all this?” she whispered, her big brown eyes filling with tears as she looked out at the construction.

My chest tightened, and panic threatened to fill me.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I can take it down. I should have asked permission?—”

“Shut up,” she mumbled and jumped at me.

I had a split second to decide and wound up dropping the tray on the table and spilling some coffee just so I could catch her.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” she said into my chest.

“Hey, now. It ain’t done yet. If you don’t like it, I can do it differently.”

“No! Don’t change a thing. It’s perfect, Miles. And it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” she said, and her honey crisp apple fragrance grew stronger.

It did that when she was happy. My body heated and my Bear purred with the realization. Fucking purred.

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