Page 22 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“You are so full of it.” I shook my head, looking back at the microwave.

“You didn’t answer my question, Gorgeous.”

“You can’t call me that now that we’ve screwed, Savage. The vibes are wrong. It feels like you’re hitting on me.”

“That’s still not an answer.”

I flashed him an exasperated look. “Yes, we’re friends. No, I don’t know how I feel about any of this. Or whatever’s about to happen.”

“Why do you have to feel anything about it?”

I flipped him my middle finger as the microwave beeped, and Clay pulled out a plate that was overflowing with burritos. There werefive. Five large, adult-sized burritos. And not the kind we’d been talking about the night before.

There was a comment about him working up an appetite on the tip of my tongue, but I kept it quiet.

The last thing I needed was to be hitting on Clay.

“It’s not a come-on,” Clay said, as we made our way out to the car. “Calling you Gorgeous. It’s… playful.”

Great.

Swell.

That was what every woman wanted, right?

To be completely unappealing to one Savage brother. And to have the other call me Gorgeous because he thought it was funny.

Lovely.

Grand.

Fabulous.

Sarcastically listing adjectives was the alternative to breaking down at the moment, and I wasn’t going to do that in Clay’s car.

So, I listed a few more as he put a burrito in my hand and pulled away from the house.

It was a shitty distraction, and only worked for about ten seconds.

Thankfully, Clay turned the music up loud enough that we didn’t have to talk. I just ate my burrito while he drove and ate the other four. We were in such a hurry that we didn’t even stop for coffee, and a headache developed quickly.

I ignored it.

Clay didn’t want to stop, and I didn’t blame him.

The drive feltlike it went on forever, but eventually, we made it back to the Lodge. When we did, I had a plan in my mind. It was a shaky one, and I didn’t have a whole lot of faith in it, but it was still a plan.

My gaze lingered on my car as we passed it. My stomach tightened at a memory of the sketchbook my stalker had left.

I forced it from my mind, and let myself consider what it would feel like to climb in my car and just… disappear. To vanish, without warning. To get away from Crimson River and the Savage brothers. To start fresh.

If my wolf wouldn’t lose her mind without a pack, I would’ve already been long gone.

But she would.

And I did have people I cared about in the city.

A few pack members greeted us as we made our way inside. Most of them inhaled discreetly as we passed, and I saw a few eyebrows lift.

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