Page 26 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

Definitely a security camera.

I hadn’t seen it move on its own earlier, so Hunter must’ve been watching. Maybe listening to me growl, too.

Asshole.

There was one place I knew his cameras couldn’t see, and an idea to use it made me fight a grin.

He was going to be pissed.

I dove back beneath the water, swimming across the pool until I made it under the waterfall. There was a seat back there, built into the wall, so I got comfortable on it and closed my eyes.

A nap would be nice.

I dozed for a while, until a splash sounded in the main part of the pool.

Though it took everything I had not to grin, I forced my eyes to stay closed.

A pair of gigantic hands were on my face a moment later, and I let my sleepy eyes open to meet Hunter’s furious ones.

“Stay where my cameras can see you,” he growled, releasing my face when he realized I was okay. Unlike me, he had on a pair of boxer briefs.

“This is the best lounge spot in the pool,” I murmured.

He clenched his jaw.

I moved away from him slightly, and he grew even more tense.

“Are my groceries here?” I asked.

A furious growl rattled his chest. After a few minutes, he gritted out, “Yes.”

“Great. Thanks.” I slipped off the bench and swam back to the steps I’d used to get into the water.

While I was climbing out, I realized one tiny problem:

I forgot a towel.

And the only piece of clothing currently in my possession was the black T-shirt Hunter had put on me before he abducted me.

Lovely.

I heard my mate’s feet on the pool deck behind me, and his hand brushed my hip. I stepped away quickly, preventing him from touching me.

He definitely lost that privilege when he lied to me and walked away without even bothering to apologize.

“Here.” He held a soft-looking gray towel out toward me. I didn’t want to accept his kindness—or the fact that he must’ve realized I didn’t bring one.

After a moment’s hesitation, I decided covering myself up was the best call in our current situation, so I accepted the towel and wrapped it around my middle. Then grabbed the black t-shirt, along with my phone.

“I labeled the cabinets and shelf where your groceries go in my kitchen,” Hunter said stiffly.

“I’ll just take them to the kitchen you don’t use. That one can be mine.”

“No.” He didn’t elaborate.

It didn’t surprise me, either.

I strode toward the door. “I wasn’t asking permission. Your house is big enough for us to live separate lives, so that’s what we’re going to do.”

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