Page 45 of His White Moonlight
“What else do you call your temper tantrums?You hate anything that’s not your mate, right?And you throw a fit about it?Well, I hate being held down, and I throw a fit about it, too.See?Same thing.”
I felt the weight of his gaze as I worked but didn’t turn to look at him until I had his eggs and toast plated and ready to hand to him.
When our gazes locked, it felt different.Off.As if he were waiting for something.
Did he think I was going to apologize for mentioning his absent mate?He could choke on his eggs first.
As soon as he took his plate, I went to sit at the island.He joined me, taking the stool next to me.His leg brushed mine, and I moved over to give him more room.
“If you don’t have any plans this morning, would you like to try driving to the city again?”he asked.“There should be less traffic this early.”
I’d planned to hide away in my room and avoid him the whole day, but the carrot he was dangling was too tempting.
If I wanted Mom and Dad to view me as independent, I needed to prove that I could be.And to do that, I needed more practice driving without freaking out.
“Yeah, I’d like to try again.”
“Good.”
The way he said it, like he was relieved, had me pausing to glance at him.
He ate half his fried egg in one bite.
Catching on to his need to leave quickly, I picked up my pace.
He began to clean up once he finished and took my plate from me after I was done.
“Go get ready.I’ve got this.”
I hurried upstairs to change.The selection in my closet was pathetic.Shorts weren’t allowed at school except for the athletic ones that had been trashed the week before I graduated—that left jeans, which would probably be too warm after a while.I tugged them on and jogged back down the stairs.
It’d taken me only a few minutes, but Bennett was already changed and waiting by the door in the kitchen.He wore a pair of jogging pants that hugged his thighs enough that I could imagine the pack girls whining when he passed.The shirt he wore snugly encased his arms and chest, probably adding whimpers to their whines.
“Ready?”he asked, holding out the keys.
“Yep.”
Before I could grab them, the doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting a delivery?”I asked.
“No.”
He pulled back the keys and walked around me, heading out of the kitchen.
I hurried after him, curious because it was before eight on a Sunday morning.No sane person would ring a doorbell that early on a weekend.
When he reached the door, though, he didn’t immediately open it.He looked down at the floor for a moment, like he was debating.Whatever decision he’d reached had him jerking the door open with enough force that the wood creaked.
“Why are you here, Storm?”he asked, radiating impatience.
She was either oblivious or dumb because she smiled at him and reached for his arm.
“I thought you might want some company.”
He stepped back out of her reach and nodded in my direction.“I have company.”
Storm’s gaze never wavered from Bennett’s.“If you’re this caring about your sister, I bet you’ll be an amazing dad too.”
