Page 11 of The Hunt
He nodded. “She made everyone’s life hell because I wouldn’t put her in her place.”
“It’s understandable, though. Why would you rebuke a girl who could potentially be your future mate? It wouldn’t make for a happy household.”
“Right.” It sounded less like an agreement and more like he was trying to convince himself.
LuAnn chose that moment to open the door to peek in. Her expression lit up at the sight of me in Fenris’s lap.
“Splendid. Was everything to your satis…” She trailed off as she noticed how all the toys were hidden away.
“Everything is perfect,” Fenris said. “The anticipation is killing me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.”
Some of LuAnn’s pleased smile returned.
“Of course. Carry on.”
As soon as the door closed, I tried to crawl out of Fenris’s lap.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chided. “I’m claiming my hug first. That’s right, arms around me. You can add legs, too, if you want.”
I rolled my eyes and gave him a firm hug. His hands smoothed over my back, and he pressed me tight to his chest. I really enjoyed Fenris’s hugs. Far more than I should. They just felt so…good. Welcoming. Comforting.
“I could do this all day,” I admitted.
“Hug me or hide in this room?”
My phone buzzed with a new message, saving me from having to answer. Fenris released me with a wink. Ignoring him, I stood and read the message from the unknown number.
Unknown: Just checking in to see if Anne called you yet.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: Anne’s brother, Tegan. We met when you stopped by looking for her.
I looked up at Fenris, excited that I might have a real lead.
“It’s Tegan. He’s asking if Anne called me.”
Me: I haven’t heard from her yet and am getting a little desperate. Can you let her know?
Tegan: I’ll try calling her again. The reception is spotty where they are so it might take some time for her to get back to me. I’m happy to help in her place too. Just let me know.
I wrinkled my nose as I read that last bit, and the phone suddenly disappeared from my hands.
“Fenris, give it back.”
He ignored my stern warning and read my messages while holding the phone just out of my reach.
I kicked him in the shin. But, he laughed and hopped out of the way for my second attempt.
“You’re only angry because I won,” he said.
“Of course you win when you’re a foot taller than me.”
“Not that,” he said, handing the phone back to me. “This.” He opened his arms wide and wiggled his fingers at me. “Get in here, chipmunk. It’s time for another huggle.”
“Did you just call me a chipmunk?”
He squatted down and kept wiggling his fingers. When it came to hugs, his patience was endless. I’d never met a needier werewolf.
