Page 27 of Mated to Fenrir
I picked up my phone and clicked through to the camera, my heart constricting as I took in the blonde outside my door.
I cleared my throat and clicked the microphone button. "Hey."
"Hi," Delia responded. "I know you're not expecting me, but I was in the area and I thought you might want a coffee." She lifted her hands to show a couple of cups in their holder.
Thor gave me a curious look, but I ignored him.
"The door's open, it's the first floor," I said in response.
She nodded and pushed open the door. Unlike with my uncle, I waited a few moments to make sure that she'd gotten inside okay before I set my phone down.
I looked over at the other god to find him watching me with an amused expression on his face. "Yeah, she must be great," he said.
"She is. Don't mess this up for me."
He chuckled. "As if I could. Does she know you're a god?"
"Yes. So she'll know you're one unless you want me to introduce you as something else."
"What do I care? I'm not the one dating her."
"Mmm."
The door opened, and Delia stepped inside with her coffees in one hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had company."
"It's okay, this is my uncle," I said, gesturing to the other man. "And this is Delia."
"It's good to meet you," she said, looking at him a little nervously. I didn't know whether that was because he was an imposing figure with his broad frame and dark red beard, or because she knew who he was.
"Likewise," Thor said. "I guess I should get going."
I nodded. "Let me know if you need any alterations, and I can get you sorted."
He waved and headed out of the room.
"I'm sorry," Delia said once he'd gone. "I didn't think that you might be busy."
"It's fine," I assured her, stepping closer and taking the drinks so they weren't in the way of me pulling her into my arms. "I'm glad to see you."
"Me too." She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine in a warm and welcoming kiss that just made me want more. Butthat was being around Delia. My wolf had calmed down a little since realising that I was pursuing her, but there was no doubt he still wanted me to take the next step.
"Thank you for the coffee," I said, though I didn't move away from her to get it.
"You're welcome." She put her hand on my chest. "The coffee wasn't the only reason I came."
"Oh?"
"Can we sit?"
I nodded and gestured to the sofas I had placed there as a kind of waiting room for when people needed it. She grabbed her coffee and went to take a seat, leaving plenty of room for me to sit down beside her. The scent of vanilla rose from my cup, filling me with warmth that she'd thought about what to get me.
"Is everything okay?" I asked her.
"Yes. It's fine. I actually just came from an interview at a local beauty school," she said. "After you asked me about why I'd never pursued it, I started thinking. And the more I did, the more I realised that not having time just wasn't enough of a reason not to do it. So I'm doing it."
"That's great," I said.
"Though it does mean that there'll be one day less a week that I'll be available for dates."
