Page 75 of Wolf's Fate

“Your tea’s just coming,” she told me.

“Thanks.” I looked at my plate and back to Caleb. “Should it surprise me that you ordered for me?”

He took a bite of his sandwich. “Anything I got wrong?” he asked with a smirk.

He knew he hadn’t, and for that reason, I picked up a slice of toast and began buttering it without replying, ignoring his wide grin as he ate.

He watched me intently as I focused on the toast, his smile lingering as if he was savoring more than just his breakfast. I could feel Caleb’s eyes on me, waiting for me to react, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.Instead, I slowly buttered my toast, pretending I wasn’t noticing him at all.

“That’s how you want to play?” he asked with genuine amusement. “Nothing to say?”

I kept my attention on the task, not allowing myself to meet his gaze. The warm buttery toast did little to distract me from the heat in my cheeks. He knew how to get under my skin, and that smirk he was wearing, while charming, was infuriating.

“You missed something,” I finally said, setting the toast down on my plate and scooping up some eggs.

“Did I?” I could hear his amusement, and I knew he was laughing at me. “Enlighten me.”

The waitress placed a pot of tea and a cup down on the table, and I murmured my thanks through a mouthful of eggs. When I met his gaze, he was watching me in that cocky, expectant way he had.

“Well?” Caleb gestured to my plate with what was left of his breakfast. “Tell me.”

Swallowing, I met his stare. “You forgot to mention how obnoxious you can be.”

His low, rough laugh did something to my insides that I didn’t want to explore so quickly after what we had just done at the side of the road only hours before.

Caleb leaned back in his seat with a wide smile as he watched me. “Maybe it’s part of my charm?”

Picking up a piece of bacon, I bit into it. “Maybe you need to learn the definition of charm.”

“Maybe you like my charm just fine.” Reaching over, he snagged a piece of bacon, avoiding the swat of my hand with ease.

“Ass.”

Caleb chuckled and I realized I’d so rarely seen this lighter side of him. Maybe he needed to get laid more often? Maybe I could help with that? My cheeks flared as images flashed through my mind, and I pressed my thighs together reflexively. Berating myself for being foolish, I didn’t notice his hands were still on the table, his smile faded.

“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he spoke to me, an undercurrent of strain marking his tone, “and if you don’t want a replay of this morning in the diner’s lot, can you stop?”

Looking up, I knew my eyes were wide with surprise, and when I saw the heated look he gave me, my mouth was suddenly dry. “I… What?”

“I can smell you,” he told me, his voice low. “And my scent is still on you.” His hands gripped the table. “And it’s taking alotnot to drag you out of here, press you up against a wall, and slide right back inside.”

Holyshit.

“Um…” I saw his pupils dilate, and I cursed myself for reacting to his lusty threat. “Don’t make promises like that, and I won’t react.” My rushed whisper had him pushing himself out of the booth. “Caleb?”

“I need to walk it off,” he muttered. He hesitated for a moment more, then dipping down, he caught my chin and delivered a punishing kiss. “Eat quickly.”

It wasn’t until he had left me that I saw he’d stolen all my bacon.

“You complete ass,” I grumbled, stabbing my eggs with my fork.

I was finishing my cup of tea when he came back. Sliding in across from me, the earlier playfulness was gone.

“What happened?” I asked, instantly looking around.

“Need to find a new method of transport.”

“Have the police…you know.”

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