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"I've done that before."
"I thought you said your wolf was only right twice?"
"He's been wrong many other times," he responded.
"I'm sure we'll have many horror stories of dating we can share."
He chuckled. "I'm sure we can. And if you ever meet my sister, she'll likely tell you more of my mating mishaps."
I laughed. "Now I want to know."
"There was a time when I was younger that I might have followed around a ship's captain with puppy eyes."
I raised an eyebrow. "A ship's captain?"
Fenrir shrugged. "I liked his arms. My wolf did too. I'm sure you know what it's like when they try to take control."
"Mine's trying to do it now. I'm not sure how you're so calm right now."
"You seem calm too," he promised. "But mostly just practice. And knowing that the best way to make sure I get to knowsomeone without my wolf being the one in charge, is to give us space and time to work through it all."
"Okay, so what's our next date?" I asked curiously.
"Bowling."
"Bowling?" There was no keeping the surprise out of my voice.
"Trust me?"
I met his gaze, realising as I did that the answer to that was yes. "All right, bowling." It was years since I'd been bowling, but it sounded kind of fun. And not like the kind of date I'd expect to go on with my fated mate.
Chapter 6
FENRIR
I didn't often feel nervous. There wasn't really any reason to when I'd already been alive for eight hundred years and knew that my life was pretty set. But waiting for Delia to arrive at the bowling alley for our date was making me feel that way. It was similar to how I'd felt when I'd waited for my past fated mates, and how I knew that this had the potential to be something, even beyond the bond that our wolves thought we could have.
Hopefully, my wolf would calm down once he realised that I was taking his information about Delia seriously. He'd reacted the moment I'd seen her at the masquerade, and my actions since had been in pursuit of her. Not that I'd continue if she told me she wasn't interested, but she certainly seemed to be.
A taxi pulled up in front of the building, and she climbed out. She looked more casual than the last time I'd seen her, in well-fitted jeans and a cute shirt. But she was no less beautiful.
My wolf sprang into life immediately at the sight of her, only growing stronger in his response when her perfume hit my nose. There was absolutely no denying who she was to me. Now the only question was whether we could actually make it work.
"Hi," she said, flipping her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Good evening," I said. "Would you like to go inside?"
"It would be weird to have our bowling date outside the alley," she pointed out. "And probably too tempting for our wolves."
I chuckled. "And so they keep controlling us."
"They probably will until the moment we seal a mating bond, or choose to walk away." She paused for a moment, seeming as if she wanted to touch me.
I got the desire. It wasn't even a sex thing, though it wasn't that Ihadn'tbeen thinking about that. I just wanted to touch her because I wanted to show her affection. But I also knew that it was better for us to take things at a slower pace before we got ourselves tangled in a mate bond that doesn't work out.
She smiled and pushed open the door to get inside the building. I followed her inside, wondering what I was getting myself into. This kind of thing was always complicated, and it didn't help that it was hard to think of other things when my wolf was occupying my thoughts so much.
But it would be worth it if this worked. There was nothing like sharing a life with someone who fit with me so perfectly, and it made me hope that this situation with Delia could work.
