Page 58 of Daddy Wolf's Secret Baby

“That’s very gallant of you. I’ve been washing my sheets a lot lately.”

“I don’t think that’s my fault.”

She nodded and smirked. “I assure you, Sir, it very much is your fault. Before you started hanging around, I washed my sheets on Saturdays. Now, it’s every other day.”

“Are you complaining? I could avoid your bedroom.”

“No. I really don’t want you making a mess on my floor or couch.”

He grinned. “You didn’t say anything about the chair, kitchen table, cabinet, or washing machine, especially when it’s on the spin cycle. The car and that place by the river are also options.”

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

Josiah motioned at her body. “Look at what I have to work with. I’ve come up with all kinds of places, positions, and scenarios.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I’m looking forward to trying out all of them.”

Zahra rolled off the bed and started pulling the sheets off. “Do you think about anything besides sex?”

He tapped his chin and stared at the ceiling as though he was pondering her question. “I think about food, hanging out with Jace, and washing my truck.”

Laughing, they quickly stuffed the dirty sheets into the hamper. Once the bed was made and they cleaned up, he started searching for his clothes.

“You may as well stay the night. Jace knows that we’re hanging out a lot.”

“I don’t want him to get his hopes up in case…”

“In case you get a sports car and a secretary?” she asked.

He smiled and dropped his pants back where he found them.

They snuggled together in bed, with her head tucked perfectly under his chin and her back pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she sighed contentedly.

“I love you,” she whispered as she fell asleep.

He smiled. “I love you, too.”

Josiah meant it. He did love her, but there was still something holding him back from asking her if she would be his forever mate.

The sun shining through the windows woke him up the next morning. He reached for Zahra and realized her side of the bed was cold. He listened intently and heard voices coming from the kitchen.

He checked his watch and was shocked to see that it was after eight. Josiah never slept that late. His nose told him that breakfast was ready, and his stomach informed him that it needed to be fed.

Jumping out of bed, he raced around the bedroom looking for his clothes. Somehow his boxers ended up under the bed. Quickly dressing, he strolled into the kitchen. Jace was sitting at the table, reading a book, and eating some biscuits and gravy.

He looked up from his book long enough to say, “Hi, Dad.”

Josiah and Zahra exchanged amused glances.

He sat at the table and helped himself to a couple of homemade biscuits, homemade sausage gravy, and scrambled eggs. “Whatcha reading?”

Jace showed him the cover of the book.

“I Survived the Molasses Flood, 1919?”

Nodding, Jace put the book down. “In 1919, there was a huge container of molasses. Everyone said that something needed to be done about it, but no one listened. Then, on January 15, the storage tank collapsed and almost three million gallons of molasses flooded the streets. Twenty-one people were killed and more than a hundred fifty people were hurt. A lot of damage was done to the area.”

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