Page 48 of Dragon's Golden Mate
“Books,” Kendrick corrected. “I think just one more run should do it.”
“You can stay here and get settled. There’s not much left,” Beck told him. “We’ve got this.”
When they were alone again, Kendrick looked around. “You’ve changed things.”
“Of course, I did. I had to make room for you, didn’t I?” She wrapped her arms around one of his. “I cleared off those shelves over there, and half of the closet is available.”
His brow crinkled slightly.
“I’m sure we’ll need to make some more adjustments as we go, but it’s not a problem,” she saidsoftly. It amused her that this hulking man could be so soft and vulnerable inside.
“I don’t really have that much,” he said, “and I’m sure you’re right. We can make it all work out. It’s just that I never really had to move into someone else’s space. As the Alpha of the clan, I was always bringing people into a space I’d been managing.”
“I hope you won’t miss the clanhouse too much.” It’d become obvious shortly after they’d gotten together that living in two separate households simply wouldn’t work for them. They wanted to be together as much as possible. Since Maeve was still running the Sisterhood, it only made sense for Kendrick to move into the covenstead.
“It’ll be a bit of an adjustment,” he admitted, “but I know I’m leaving it in good hands. They’re not far, so I can visit whenever I want. Besides, my dragon is very pleased to be so close to you.” He turned and nestled her in his arms.
Maeve pulled in a deep breath, taking in the smell of his woodsy soap and the feel of his wide chest against her cheek. Just being next to him like this made her whole body relax.
Footsteps on the stairs reminded them that they weren’t alone just yet. The dragons brought in the final load of boxes. Lilith carried a moving bag withKendrick’s clothes, and she took the liberty of hanging them directly in the closet.
“This is a lovely space,” she gushed. “It’s so light and airy. I love it!”
“Thank you.” The more Maeve got to know the small but close-knit Alexander clan, the more she liked them. They were now a part of her family, too.
“We’ll leave you two to get unpacked,” Beck told them. “I’m going to get back downstairs. Walt and Chain are a little distracted by Iris and Zoe right now.”
Maeve laughed. “Make sure they know they’re welcome to stick around for dinner. The other ladies are cooking up a storm in the kitchen, and we’ll need those boys to help us eat it all.”
Soon, they were truly left alone in the room. Maeve looked up at Kendrick. “I suppose we’d better get started.”
He pulled her toward him once again. “I thought you’d never ask.” Kendrick bent his head and nuzzled the side of her neck, nipping her gently with his teeth.
She squealed and pulled away. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later. I meant we should find a place to put all your stuff. Otherwise, we’ll never get it done.”
“You’re right,” he agreed as he opened up the tote full of books. “If I never had to be responsible, I’d probably just lie in bed with you all day.”
“Hmm, maybe we can find a day to do just that.” She bent to help him, scooping up a handful of books. “Do you have a certain way you’d like to organize these?”
“I’m only worried about getting them on the shelf for now. It doesn’t matter much. I can always change things later.” He moved to the shelves over on the side of the room.
“Are you always this easygoing?” Maeve handed him several leather-bound tomes.
“Only when I’m happy.” Kendrick put the books in place and then kissed her forehead. “And right now, I’m over the moon.”
They spent some time together, moving easily through the room as his toiletries were put in the attached bathroom, his folded clothes were arranged in the drawers Maeve had cleared out for him, and a few knick-knacks were incorporated into Maeve’s décor.
Kendrick laid a hand on the heavy bronze lamp with its stained-glass shade. “I’m really not sure where to put this.”
“How about right here?” Maeve moved over to areading chair in the corner of the room. She bent and unplugged the lamp that currently stood next to it.
“But you already have a lamp there,” he protested.
“One that I don’t like very much. It’s just an inexpensive one, and I can put it elsewhere in the house. Yours is much prettier. It’s got that Tiffany look to it, which I’ve always admired.” She picked up her lamp and set it over by the door.
“Well, itisa Tiffany, actually,” Kendrick said, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Then you damn well better put it over there by the chair,” she told him. “I’ll be sure to put it to good use!”
