Page 46 of Fated Moons
“Yeah. I get it. I’m not sure I’m really ready for that one, either. All we can do is take this one day at a time.” He wrapped his arm around her and guided her toward the doors. He pushed them open and stepped out onto the patio.
A warm breeze kicked up, sending her hair across her face. “Wow,” she whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stars before.”
“And there’s the fact that there are two moons. That has never happened. Ever.”
“They are nothing short of spectacular.” She leaned into his strong body, resting her head on his shoulder. “If that means we’re having twins, I’m going to kill you.”
“Let’s hope it just symbolizes our union?”
“Hey, big brother,”Decker projected as he appeared in his wolf form about forty paces away.“We have company.”
“Who?”Jackson asked.
“Am I supposed to be able to hear this conversation?”Amanda asked.
“Interesting,”Decker said.“I opened the communication to her, but never expected it would work. But I’m glad it did. You should go back inside. I have chased off one photographer already. I’m sure there are more. I’m sorry I called you out here. It’s just those moons. I thought you might want a closer look.”
“Any idea who the photographer was?”Jackson asked.
“Not a clue.”Decker stuck his nose in the air and then turned.“There are two scents here that weren’t five minutes ago. One is a human, and one is…”Decker swung his head around and grunted.
“Don’t be a dick. Go deal with whatever damn human is on my property,”Jackson projected.“I deal with everything else.”
“You got it.”Decker took off running.
“What else did he smell?” Amanda tilted her chin and stared at the double moon.
“Nothing. He’s just being an asshole about the Legend of the Fated Moons.” He lifted his phone, tapping at the screen. “I’m calling your dad, even though I really need to speak with Trask, but it’s getting late.” He took her by the hand and guided her back inside.
She hadn’t wanted to leave the moons or the blanket of stars, but she didn’t want her picture taken by some asshole reporter. She climbed back into Jackson’s bed, tucking her legs under the comforter.
“Hi, Prince Albert,” Jackson said. “Oh. Yes. I can put the call on speaker.” He snuggled in next to her, setting the cell on his thigh. “Your daughter is here.”
“Hey, Dad.” She fluffed the pillow.
“Excellent interview tonight, darling,” her father said. “Even if that wacko focused on the wrong things.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Jackson thought the same thing.” Without second-guessing what she was doing, she ripped off her shirt and tossed it across the room.
Jackson groaned, covering her with the sheet.
As if her father could see.
“Jackson, would you mind giving me a moment alone with my daughter?”
“Sure. Not a problem.” Jackson pressed his lips to her temple.“I’ll be right in?—”
“I don’t want you to leave.”She pressed her finger to her lips. “Go ahead, Dad. We’re alone.”
“Sweetheart,” her dad said. “Are you okay? I saw the Fated Moons. I know what that means. I just wanted to check on you.”
Jackson closed his eyes and stuffed his face in the pillow.“I don’t want to listen to this.”
“Too bad. I need you here.”She poked his arm, shoving him to the side and curling up in his arm. “Do you believe in the Legend of the Fated Moons?” she asked her father. “And that Jackson and I are the first pairing?”
“I do,” her father said. “Which means your sisters are the next three and their wolf mates have already imprinted on them. And what worries me about that is the same witch could have cast a spell on those wolves and we have no idea who or even where they are.”
“Tell him that most likely?—”
