Page 56 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
I eyed him suspiciously. No way he hadn’t heard all the rumors.
“It’s just time,” I told him.
“And will you be living here alone?” he asked.
Yeah, he’d heard.
“Hopefully not for long,” I confessed.
He nodded, but looked seriously worried.
“So, you and Clementine?”
I almost burst out laughing. That’s what he was worried about.
“Um, no.”
He looked confused. “But I heard. . .”
“I was wrong. There was a misunderstanding,” I tried to assure him.
“So what’s really going on here?”
“Had an incident at home this morning. I know Peyton and Oliver are worried about me, so you’ll probably hear about it at some point. But truth is, it’s just time. I’m a grown ass man living with my brother and his mate. I love them but I need my own space.”
He looked thoroughly confused for some reason.
“Well, okay then. I’ve actually been saving this house just for you. I knew eventually this day would come.”
“You have? You did?”
“Sure. Everyone needs their own space eventually and I know how close you are with your family.”
I didn’t understand what that had to do with anything until he walked me over to the house two doors down from his and just on the other side of Tim and Jessie.
“For real?” I asked.
He dangled the keys in front of me.
“Ultimately, it’s up to you. If you need more space and want to be away from everyone, I have options for you.”
“No, this is great.”
I opened the door and walked in. The place was huge for just once person.
I stopped and grinned as I looked around. It wasn’t for just me.
As I walked through the house, I tried to imagine living here with Tricia. Maybe even having a few pups of our own. It wasn’t as easy as I expected, though. In truth, the only thing I knew about my mate was that she could kiss like no other, and she was mine. The rest I’d have to figure out along the way.
From the sounds of it, she had little more than the clothes on her back. Ironically, neither did I. Aside from my motorcycle and clothes, I didn’t own anything.
For a second as I looked around, this house felt enormous. How were we ever going to fill it?
I looked at it like any other project, just like I would at work. We were going to need a priority list and then start tackling it one item at a time. Eventually we were going to be okay.
“It’s perfect,” I told him.
“You’re sure?”
