Page 50 of Taken By The Wolves
“Bears?” It makes sense. They’re so big and burly, with dark brown curly hair and serious chocolate brown eyes.
“And Goldie?” She’s tiny and not bearlike.
“She’s human.” He resumes chopping the zucchini into thin slices. “Their mate.”
“Mate?”
“Fated for each other,” Finn says.
I snort and then realize my stupidity. That’s the part I find unbelievable? Not the men changing into ferocious apex predators, or the babies that are furry one minute and wrapped in human skin the next. It’s the fated love that I have trouble comprehending.
“You don’t believe that people can be fated to meet?” he asks.
“I guess I never thought about it. I haven’t seen a lot of true love in my life. Most couples I know have a begrudgingtolerance of each other.”
“That isn’t how it works with shifters.”
“So, where’s your mate?” I ask. “You’ll need one, won’t you. If you want to create a pack of your own.”
“We will,” he says, staring at me with soft dark brown eyes. I don’t know why, but his attention and words make me flush hot. Our night together seems like a hundred years ago, but it was only a matter of hours.
I pull my phone from my pocket and scan my emails. “I’ve sold all your furniture, Finn.”
He shakes his head, but smiles.
“And they’re desperate for more. I’ve got five inquiries here for the first sight of anything else produced by my handsome new furniture designer.”
Finn’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep up with that kind of demand. I’m not a mass producer.”
“You don’t have to be. The longer it takes you to deliver, the more in demand you’ll seem and the more people will want what you create.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he says.
I approach the sink to wash the baby’s dirty bottle, but glance over my shoulder at the closed front door. “I’m worried about Nixon and Reed. Why are they taking so long?”
“Our territory is large. There’s a lot to search, and they won’t want to return unless they’ve found something that’s going to guide our decision.”
“Maybe I can take the baby home with me,” I blurt, before I’ve had a chance to think about what I’m saying.
Finn frowns. “You can’t raise a wolf shifter in the city, Scarlet. She’ll shift at any time. How are you going to explainthe appearance of a wolf cub in your shopping cart when you’re at the store?”
That’s a good point. My heart sinks, and he must see my expression fall.
“Do you want kids?” he asks.
“More than anything,” I admit, then go further. “But it isn’t on the cards for me.”
“Why not?” He tips his head, studying me.
“I have a physical problem. The doctors told me it’s not going to happen.”
His brow furrows. “I’m sorry.”
I shrug, my throat tightening with emotion I haven’t needed to expel for months. I’ve gotten good at not thinking about the things that tear out my insides. I swallow it back, forcing a bright smile. “You guys are cheffy.”
“We like nice food, so we had to learn to cook it,” he says. His eyes are so watchful, like they can see through my protective masks to the kernel of truth and sadness at my core.
I turn to stare at the bundle of sleeping baby still curled peacefully, in human form, on the sofa. Who knows what Nixon’s going to say on his return? Maybe they’ll take the baby back to her mother, and I’ll never see her again. The thought brings metallic-tasting tears to the back of my throat. I drift back to the couch and lift her into my arms, smelling her soft head, and close my eyes at her weight and warmth. I’m not going to let a moment of it pass me by.
