Page 32 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

I smirked. “Let’s take this to a more private location. The discussion is going to need much more time than we have allotted for loitering in the store.”

“Good point,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”

I smirked again. “Giving you the proper opportunity to be heard.”

I was falling faster and faster by the second. Her gravity drew me in. I wanted to be in her presence more and more, and I was starting to see what all the fuss was about.

“Where would you like to have this conversation?” she asked.

I smirked again. I was becoming one of those lovesick fools who walked around grinning all day long. If I started whistling, I would check myself into the nearest psychiatric care facility. “My place? I messed up the last time.”

She scoffed and put a couple of inches between the two of us.

I held up my hand. “I promise only talking and maybe dinner.”

She seemed to think about my proposal for a few moments and then smiled. “You had me at dinner.”

“Excellent,” I said. “What would you like?”

I held out my hand for her to lead the way. Might as well grab the ingredients while we were in the store.

She smiled and sighed. “What are the options?”

“Anything you want,” I said.

“You do know you’re speaking to a woman who loves to eat,” she said and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I grabbed her arm gently and forced her to face me. “Tell me.”

“I love to eat. I love food, as my body shows. But it’s been difficult for the past few days for me, and I’m worried you’re only going to end up wasting your money.”

“Nonsense,” I said. “Besides, it is my money to waste, if that’s what I want to do.”

She sighed. “Then I tell you what, surprise me with whatever you think I will enjoy.”

“Don’t you think I’ve disappointed you enough for one day?” I asked.

We stopped in the middle of the aisle. She stared up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes and shrugged. “I don’t think you could be a disappointment when it comes to food.”

“Are you sure about that?” I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my gaze.

She chuckled. “Look at me. Do I look like the type who is picky about food?”

“You have a beautiful body. You should have something nutritious and delicate on the stomach,” I said and stared down the aisle as though something would hop off the shelf and scream “Pick me!”

“Oooh, stir fry!” she said.

I chuckled. “Stir fry it is.”

“You tricked me,” she said. “That’s not fair.”

I shrugged. “Maybe a little.”

She playfully punched me in the arm. “You’re already trudging on thin ice, buddy. Watch yourself.”

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