Page 77 of Cursed Touch
She scoffed, her lips twitching. “I’m not sure I can forget all of this now that I know it.”
“Not asking you to. Let’s just set it aside and see if an answer comes to us while we’renotthinking on it.” Carter slid an arm under her knees and pushed to his feet.
Her answering giggle made him smile. She laid her head against his chest, trusting him to carry her without any doubts, and his heart filled with so much love, he wondered if it would burst.
Carter made them scrambled eggs and toast after setting her on the countertop near him. He pegged her with questions about the boutique to keep her wandering thoughts from returning to the elephant in the room.
They laughed, smiled, and kissed, like any other normal couple. He knew there was still much to learn about her, and he was eager to do it.
“Go find something for us to watch. I’ll be done in a second,” he told her as he made quick work of cleaning the small mess they had made.
She grabbed his bicep as she rolled to her toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
Carter paused in the middle of rinsing the pan to watch her hips sway under his T-shirt. Her bare legs teased him with each step.
“Focus, baby,” she teased, watching him over her shoulder.
Carter laughed. “Busted!”
A few minutes later, Carter dried his hands on a towel and tossed it onto the counter. Vanessa had become engrossed with a reality cooking show in the time it had taken him to finish. He shifted Vanessa so her back was to his chest as they lay along the couch. She sighed as she relaxed against him and linked their fingers over her belly.
He was unsure how much time had passed when banging on the front door startled them both. The furniture around them levitated, and vines sprouted over the cushions. His brows raised, and a gasp slipped from her lips.
“You expecting someone?” she whispered.
Carter shook his head as he drew in a breath. One by one, the furniture returned to the ground. “It’s still pretty early for visitors,” he told her, noticing the clock on the cable box read 7:33 a.m.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“I can hear you two. Open the damn door!”
Vanessa’s chin dropped to her chest as she chuckled. “Of course it’s Georgia, because she’s probably the only person in this world who doesn’t care about visiting hours.”
“I heard that!”
Carter put a hand on her thigh, stopping her from standing. “I’ll get it.”
He opened the door and watched the annoyed werewolf’s face transform, and her tongue ran along her lips. Carter’s brows raised in amusement. “I hope you didn’t wake any neighbors.”
Georgia inspected his shirtless state and shook her head. “Do you answer the door for all your guests this way?” she asked as she stepped past him.
He shrugged. “I’m not dressed for visitors.”
When Georgia stopped in her steps, he looked past her at a pissed-off Vanessa. Flowers decorated her hair, vines had wrapped around her body in a way that made his dick twitch, and his living room was suddenly the outdoors.
Georgia gasped. “It’s true.”
“Sweetheart, everything okay?” he asked, padding closer but aware of the hard glint in her eyes.
Vanessa focused on Georgia. “You realize he’s mine, right?” she asked firmly, and vines inched their way toward their visitor.
Georgia cocked her head. “Carter? Yeah, babe. He’s all yours, but he can’t go answering doors like that and not expect me to stare.”
Vanessa snarled, and he felt a sudden push of magic from her.
Carter cleared his throat. “Sweetheart?” he said soothingly, waiting for her to look at him. “I’m going to go change while you two catch up.”
“Good idea,” she hissed, and her nostrils flared.
