Page 37 of The Doctor's Wolf: Part Two
“Detective.I was wrong.I think your tongueismagic.”
Adler kissed his vampire, tasting iron and salt.“It’s nice of you to admit you were wrong, sweetheart.I think as a reward, I can give you a break before we go for round two.”
Gordon raised his brows.“Uuh?”
“Round two.Hush.Relax.You should rest a little before we get started.I’m really not quite done with you for the night.”
Gordon bit his lip.He looked exactly like he did when he couldn’t decide between two new collectibles, a situation that occurred not infrequently and always required Adler to tell his mate to please get both.
For the time being, he pulled him close, making sure he had his arms around Gordon to let him know he wasn’t alone, not alone at all.I’ll do it until there isn’t any doubt left in you, sweetheart.
He kissed his mate’s neck, covertly giving the mate bite a lick before kissing the spot.
Chapter 20
Thenextfewdayswere both quiet and draining, and Gordon could do nothing about the latter.Three days after breaking apart and crying in Adler’s arms, Gordon had endured about all the careful yet hovering attention of his mate he could and decided to do something for what was apparently his pack.
He exercised his power as Master of the Morgue to tell Corinne she was going to have to be responsible for most of the day, interns and all.Thus free of work obligations, he took Mil to see her granny while Adler went to work.The little wolf seemed happy enough to go with him, and her granny had been moved from the stroke unit to the ICU while awaiting transport to rehab, a less scary setting, or so Gordon hoped.
Gordon let Mil talk to her gran alone while he took a closer look at the patient file at the nurses’ station.
“She was lucky,” one of the nurses told Gordon, a vampire like himself.
“I can see that.”Gordon frowned at the MRI.“These look like she had mini strokes in the past.”
The nurse glanced at the file.“I’m not a doctor, but they’ll redo those after the next full moon.Then we might know more.You’re seeing that werewolf, right?The detective with the shoulders.”
Gordon nodded.“Yup, that one is mine.”
“Is the kid his?You doing stepdad duty?”
“No, but it’s a pack thing.She lived next door with her grandma, and she knows him, and we both like reading.”
The nurse’s brows crept up his forehead.“That sounds so…domestic.I know we don’t know each other well, Dr.Morris, but I never picked you for someone who was after that sort of thing.”
You and me both.“Well, this just happened.Nothing anyone planned for.”
Before they could talk more, Mil came out of her grandma’s room with her bunny and her book in her arm, making straight for Gordon.
“Uuuh, wait here.I’ll steal a snack for the kid from the stash in the break room,” the vampire said and hurried off.
Mil, luckily, looked composed and not anywhere near tears.
“Granny says I have to be good.She says you probably know nothing about being a werewolf, so I have to help you.She says you’re younger than me in vampire years.”
Gordon closed the file before turning to Mil.“Huh.Vampire years.Okay.I’m not trying to be a werewolf though.I’m just werewolf adjacent.”
“Well, she meant that.Can we go to a bookstore?”
“But if we go to the bookstore, we’ll buy too many books.”
Mil’s brows furrowed.“I have my allowance.We can split it.”
“That’s okay.I have…funds I set aside for special editions and collectibles each month, and I’ll split that with you because I’m older.In werewolf years.”
Mil considered that long and hard before agreeing with a single nod.It was then that the nurse came back with several oversized chocolate bars.
“I didn’t know which one is good,” he said, holding them out to Mil.“You can take all of them.”
