Angel: Rochon Bears by Moxie North Page B

that if she’d woken him, and he had finally seen her that he would have made her breakfast. Then lunch and dinner, and every meal after that because he was never going to let her go. Instead, he said what he was thinking without telling her the whole truth.
    “I would have taken you to the diner in town. I know the owner, and she makes a mean French toast.”
    “Really?” Becca didn’t believe him for a second. The long standing designation of Fuck Buddy didn’t include dates in public. They were middle of the night, back alley, cloak and dagger meet-ups. Or maybe he was saying that because he thought she’d pick up the tab. Isn’t that what those women on the cougar dating site commercials did? But he did track her down. He had no other reason to wait for her unless he wanted to see her.
    “Yes, really. But since we missed breakfast, why don’t I take you to dinner?”
    Becca wanted to take him up on the offer no matter how impractical it was. No good could come of it, so wasting either of their times seemed selfish. Becca tried very hard to never be selfish.
    “That is a very nice thought, Angel. But I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night,” she said with a blush. “I feel a headache coming on, and it’s not something I want to mess with, so I’m going home, having a bath, and sipping some wine.”
    Why she told him all that she had no idea. But there was something about him that made her want to talk to him. Worse, something that made her want to be back in bed with him. That couldn’t happen.
    “You’re sick?” he asked worriedly. How did you take care of a sick mate? What if something was really wrong with her? Shit, her health and well-being were all he could think about now.
    “No, I just get bad headaches. I try to avoid them, and if I don’t, I have to load myself up on migraine medication, and that puts me out for a few days.” Again, why did she tell him that? It made her sound like a little old lady taking her meds and hitting her— I’ve fallen down —button.
    “Migraines? My brother is a doctor. I can call him,” he offered. He felt his animal panicking at the thought of their mate hurting. How did you fix that?
    “No, thanks. I’m under medical care. Thank you for your concern. I’m going to go home and settle in for the night. Maybe I’ll see you around?”
    Becca was just trying to be nice. The headache that was niggling at her before was now creeping up. It wasn’t a whole brain, fuzzy headache yet, just a normal one. Over the years, she had become gun-shy with normal headaches. Before she knew it, her vision started getting halos, and if she got to her medication in time, she could suffer through it. If she didn’t, she could be facing days of hiding in a dark, quiet room and occasionally vomiting from the pain.
    That was not what she wanted her weekend to look like at all.
    “I don’t like the idea of you going home alone if you don’t feel good.”
    “Sorry to break it to you, but I always go home alone.” Gee, that made her sound lame. “I’ve taken care of myself for many years. Thanks for the concern, though.”
    Becca hoped he took the hint and let her go without more guilt tripping. Why she felt guilty about something that was totally mutual, she didn’t know. Of course, it might be that she was trying to leave him standing in the parking lot was what was making her feel shady.
    Not needing a man, especially a young one telling her what to do, Becca added a little more annoyance to her voice when she said, “Look, I appreciate your concern. I’m fine. Last night was fun, but you can go on with your life knowing that I’m a big girl that can take care of myself. Now I’m going home. Alone. Goodnight.”
    “I don’t like it,” he said gruffly. His hands were fisting open and closed as he struggled to figure out how to keep her near him. He wanted to tuck her into bed, make her dinner (not that he knew how to cook), and ensure she was safe. Her