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Chapter Nine

Zion

We sat around the table talking as if we’d known one another forever, but I wasn’t relaxed, not really. My wolf was prowling around inside me as if we were on the trail of the most intriguing prey, and I was watching every spoonful of soup our guest lifted to her lips. The broth and noodles disappeared into her mouth, interspersed with bites of biscuits with butter and strawberry jam.

I’d always gotten satisfaction out of feeding Andrade. He did more of the cooking in our home because my duties kept me busy, but I had some recipes that he loved and I made them whenever I could find the time. “Is the soup good?” Not that it was homemade or anything, just one of those envelopes you added to boiling water, but it was better than the canned stuff.

“Yes, and so are the biscuits. Thank you for making me dinner. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten yet. It’s awfully late, isn’t it?”

“We did.” Andrade reached for the butter knife. “But we didn’t want you to eat alone. Also, it smelled good.”

“Well thank you for keeping me company.” She set down her spoon and lifted her hand to cover a big yawn. “I’m so tired, and my head still really hurts. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll go to bed. Which is my room?”

“Well, the cottage only has one bedroom. Actually there is a second, but it’s set up as a game room.”

“Then I’ll just sleep on the couch. It’s big and comfortable, and there are already blankets and pillows on it.”

“Well, since your head still hurts, we would like to keep an eye on you.” I reached for the jam and spread some on the last biscuit. “Did anyone want some of this?”

They both shook their heads.

“Go on.” The female tipped her head to the side. “And how to do you plan to keep this eye on me?”

“I propose you sleep in the master bedroom, with us.” I dipped my head, waiting for her response. “But if you’d prefer, we can sleep in chairs while you’re in the bed. You’ve had a head injury, and we don’t want to have you out of our sight.”

“That’s so sweet of you, but I’m sure I’d be fine on the couch.” She bit her lip. “Unless that would make you worry. I think, and I say this for no logical reason and with no knowledge of how I or why, but I trust you both. And I think it would make me feel safer to have you with me.

I held my breath, surprised at her agreement. I’d really expected her to insist on sleeping alone either on the bed or the sofa, but instead she’d said we made her feel safe?

“We’d never touch you unless you asked us to.”

“You’re on your honeymoon.” She looked down at her empty bowl. “And you probably wish I’d never shown up at all to interrupt your time together. And you’re offering to sleep with me just to be sure I’m all right? I think you’re my guardian angels.”

The longer we spent with her, the louder my wolf was getting, and no trying to explain that she couldn’t be ours, that she didn’t even have a memory and we were already married to one another was getting through. Sure, some packs had triad relationships but nobody in ours did. And she didn’t seem interested anyway.

“We’re no angels,” I informed her. “But we will take care of you. For as long as you need us.”

She blinked. “In the morning, if I don’t have my memory back, you can call the authorities, and I’m sure they will come and take me away. But I’ll never forget you or tonight.” She glanced down. “I feel like…like I am supposed to be somewhere. I don’t even know if I’m mate—married or single.”

“We can clean this up in the morning. You’re tired, and we’re ready to sleep, too. Why don’t we all call it a night?” Andrade was on his feet and waving his hands as if to herd us to bed. “It’s very late.”

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