Page 22 of Landing Her Eagle
“I’d much rather be taking you home, sunshine,” I murmur, standing and nuzzling her neck.
She pulls away with a giggle. “Nice try.”
We walk out of the woods to the parking area.
As she gets in my Jeep, Daphne asks, “Are we having the leftover pizza and salad for dinner?”
“That’s what I was figuring, unless you want something else?”
“Nope, that sounds good. I don’t feel like cooking or going anywhere.”
I can’t believe we’ve been a couple less than twenty-four hours. It feels so natural. We kiss each other goodbye in the car and walk into the building together. I give her hand a squeeze when we part at the elevators.
Daphne points to a door at the end of a short hallway to the right of the elevators. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d never notice it. “My area is over here. I’m sure you know this already, but the reception desk is right when you get off the elevator. Betty will direct you to Will’s office.”
After one last too-brief kiss, I enter the waiting elevator car to go up to Uncle Will’s office while Daphne scans her badge to get into her work area.
I approach Betty, Morgan Development’s long-time receptionist, with a smile. “Hi, Betty. Looking lovely, as always. I hope your husband appreciates how lucky he is.”
She grins cheekily at me. “Hush, you! You’ve always been such a flirt, but you won’t turn my head. Are you here to see your uncle?”
“Ah, Betty, you missed your chance. I’m taken,” I say with a wink. “I believe Uncle Will is expecting me.”
She calls and confirms he’s free and tells me to head on back. I walk along the hallway to his office where his assistant tells me to make my way on in.
“Uncle Will?” No one is behind the desk. I peer around to see if he’s on the couch in his sitting area, but he’s not.
“Got us coffee,” my uncle says from behind me. He hands me a cup. “Sit down and tell me what’s up. You know your aunt is going to want all the details. Your mom has already told her you came home to woo Daphne.They’ve been reading a lot of those historical romances for their book club, so it’s wooing this and courting that.”
I take a chair in front of his desk, and he takes his place behind the desk. We both know Aunt Faith chose the hunter-green couch and black watch plaid chairs in the sitting area more for their style than for their comfort.
“Yeah, I came home to woo Daphne.” I flex my fingers, putting air quotes around the wordwoo. “I decided it was time to tell her how I feel and see where we stand. Luckily, she feels the same way, so we’re dating. I guess that’s what you call it. We haven’t formally defined it, but I know she’s the one for me.”
“Like, forever?”
“Yeah, she’s my mate.”
“She’s human, right?”
“She is,” I affirm, wondering what he’s getting at.
“Usually, we only ever marry other shifters.”
“You didn’t. Aunt Faith is human.”
“Right. That’s why I’m bringing this up.”
Confusion turns to anger. “What are you suggesting, Uncle Will?”
He shrugs. “Marriage is hard, but when it’s a mixed marriage, that adds a level of difficulty.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Um… Intimacy is different with a human.” He blushes and looks down at his coffee.
“I’ve slept with non-shifter women. It’s no different.”
“I mean no offense, Logan. I’m trying to give you the benefit of my experience. It’s not just the bedroom. What about kids? A human female carrying a shifter’s baby isn’t always easy, and they aren’t always successful. You open yourself up to a lot of heartache. Faith and I lost twins between Liam and Kendall. It broke our hearts and put a strain on our marriage.” He clears his throat and looks away, blinking quickly.
