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I caress her face and say, “Unless I can’t stomach being away from you overnight, in which case I’d have to find something local.”
“But a couple adventures a year. At least…” she says.
“At least,” I agree.
Her smile widens.
I swallow down a strange lump in my throat and do my best to push away the intrusive thoughts that want me to know I might not get to keep all this. I might fuck it up. My wolf might ruin everything. Or the SCC might take me in, which will probably mean I’ll never see the light of day again, never again get to touch her.Fuck. I pull in air for the count of four.
“Looks like you need a distraction from those unhappy thoughts,” she says, patting my head. “You want some food? Wanna go to my apartment and watch a movie? We could also go to Roxy’s and play pool.”
I exhale.
“Can’t do Roxy’s. Not a chance I’ll have you around other males. I have a better idea,” I say.
Her eyebrows wiggle.
“A campfire,” I say.
“Oh.” She looks a little disappointed.
“After I fuck you, of course.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I think you and me are gonna get along just fine.”
***
“No. I’m not going to Scotland. My wolf hasn’t had a chance to run since before all the Silver Hills drama. I need to make that happen soon. A new and unknown environment is not a good idea right now. I hate flying, probably because of my wolf. If Mitch Blakely wants to talk face-to-face, he’ll have to come to me. If he can’t do that, he’ll just have to relay whatever he has to tell me some other way.” I’m on the phone with Linc while we’re sitting fireside.
“I agree,” Cicely backs me up, leaning closer to the phone. “His gut is telling him not to go. Alphas need to trust their gut.”
Her saying this has an impact on me that I didn’t see coming.
“Can you tell him that and let us know what he says?” my mate asks.
“Okay, guys,” Linc agrees. “Call you back tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Linc,” she says.
“Thanks,” I manage.
I grab her and pull her onto my lap, burying my face in her throat, holding her tight.
She wraps her arms around me and we just hold one another for a while.
I doubt there will ever come a time when I take this for granted.
***
“Want some breakfast?” she asks, running her hand up my chest. It felt good to sleep beside her again. I don’t think I’ll ever sleep alone again without wishing she was in my arms. I woke a couple times and she’d moved away. I pulled her back each time until she grumbled, “Velcro. Sheesh. It’s hot in here, baby.”
I opened the skylight, which led to a little chill in the air and after that, she stayed glued to me.
Before I can answer, she says, “I never made any male breakfast before. I make breakfast for me. I sometimes make it for my dad and sisters when we’re doing a family sleepover at the cabin or for holidays. But you’re the only guy I’ve ever made breakfast for.”
“I’m sorry about that. I…” I let that hang, not sure how to articulate myself.
“Am a possessive shithead? It’s okay. I’m possessive, too.”
