Page 35 of Falling for the Werewolf
“Yeah. Teaching online instead of traditional classroom. It’s something I can do from anywhere, really.”
He scratched his head. “But you’re still planning to leave?”
Dani nodded. “It’s for the best. At least until things shake out.”
“Where will you go?”
“I haven’t quite figured that part out yet,” she admitted. “I just know I can’t stay here.”
“Does he know?”
She didn’t have to ask who he was talking about. “About me leaving? No. I haven’t even told Bess yet.”
“Come on, Dani; that’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
“What do I know?”
“I’m from a family of nine kids. I have five sisters and a dozen nieces and nephews. You think I don’t know a pregnant woman when I see one?”
She exhaled heavily. Not telling anyone was one thing, but she wasn’t going to deny it.
“No, he doesn’t know. No one does.”
“So, it’s like that, huh? You’re just going to run away, deal with all this on your own?”
When Dani didn’t answer, he said, “Funny. You didn’t strike me as the martyr type.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“Sure, it is. Sounds pretty selfish, if you ask me.”
“Well, I didn’t,” she snapped. “And I’m not doing this for me.”
“Kid should have a father, though, don’t you think?”
Dani looked into his eyes and smiled. “Are you offering?”
He grinned. “Nope. I cross a lot of lines, but messing with another man’s mate isn’t one of them. There’s only one man who can be what you and the cub need, and I’m not him. Doesn’t mean I can’t help, though.”
“Yeah?” She sniffed. On top of everything else, hormones were wreaking havoc on her already fragile emotional state. “Why would you do that?”
“Got a thing for underdogs, I guess. And unmarried, pregnant runaways. Plus, you’re kinda cute.”
This time, Dani’s smile was genuine. It felt odd since it had been a while. “All right, Sir Tiny, what’s your grand plan?”
“You just leave that to me. Just promise me you’ll stick around long enough to find out.”
“How long?”
“Not long.”
Dani thought about it. She didn’t really want to leave; it just seemed like the best option under the circumstances. If there was a chance things could work out, well, she had to take it, didn’t she?
“All right, I guess a few more weeks won’t matter.”
“That’s the spirit. Now go wipe down those menus; they’re a mess.”
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