Page 127 of Fated to the Hunters
“Why is that both scary and satisfying at the same time?”
“Is he the same man that approached you with Ezra?”
“Yes, but maybe he’s learned his lesson now and no heads need to be rolling.”
Vince grunted, but stared off in the direction the man had disappeared to. “As you wish.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Vince
Being alone with Scarlett without the others nearby felt intimidating. He was left to please all her needs and though he knew she only wanted his company, he was afraid that it wouldn’t be enough. On top of that, the idea that he wouldn’t be able to retreat and have alone time when he needed it made him nervous.
And the moment he’d thought it, he hated himself for it. Scarlett wasn’t a burden, nor was he displeased by her presence, but he was used to his time alone.
“Vince?”
He turned and looked down at his mate. They were on their way back to the cabin after spending the morning in the village, having lunch before they deemed themselves spent. “Yes?”
“Wecanset boundaries for the next few days. I know Mateo was just joking this morning, but I don’t want to be overbearing.” She shook her head as if to scold herself. “It’s not just you actually. I’ve gone from often spending my days alone inthe penthouse to being spoiled by all three of you with all your affection. I don’t mean to complain, it just can be…”
“Overwhelming,” he helped out.
“Yes, but in the best way.”
“I think setting boundaries would be a good idea.”
At the cabin, Scarlett pulled out her sketchbook and spent the afternoon on the porch. He stayed inside, keeping an eye on her and anyone who might be bold enough to approach the cabin. He’d taken out his rifle, intending to disassemble and clean it, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off Scarlett.
Closer to the evening, Scarlett set down her sketch and came inside. “I was thinking, we can still cook four portions for tonight and have leftovers tomorrow? Unless you don’t want a repeat meal.”
Vince smiled. “I don’t mind leftovers.”
“Do you mind if we wait for food just a little longer? I’m still full from lunch earlier and those pretzels I’ve been snacking on.”
“Just let me know when you’re hungry and I’ll start cooking.”
Scarlett’s brows nearly hit her hairline. “You’ll cook?”
“Yes, Scarlett. I’m a grown man and can cook.”
“T-that’s not what… Well, Mateo always cooks.”
“He does, because he enjoys it very much. Frankly, he’s better at it.”
“Oh… Well, I’ll be outside trying to wipe the awkwardness of this conversation from my memory.”
He chuckled as Scarlett stumbled back to the porch rather hastily with red-hot cheeks. She only popped her head in once she was ready to eat, and Vince happily started on dinner.
He had Scarlett sitting on the counter next to him, keeping her hydrated with her favourite juice as he cooked the meat for the spaghetti sauce. Suddenly, an alarm ripped through the house, making Scarlett’s body tense.
“Is it them? Are they alright?”
“It’s the house alarm.” Vince unlocked his phone screen, making sure she could see his passcode. “Someone passed the gate’s sensors.”
Scarlett looked down on the screen, but that didn’t seem to ease her mind. “That’s a pack SUV.” They both waited for the car to appear on the camera in front of the house, then watched as her brother approached the front door and knocked. “Maybe I should call him.”
“Of course.” Vince handed her his phone and retrieved hers from the coffee table.
