one of his father as they left playfully discussing the merits of cookies, a prickling struck at the back of his throat. Remy swallowed, but the tickle moved to his eyes. He blinked, trying to dislodge the speck of dust, because surely the simple sight of his father and his child bonding over something stupid like cookies wasn’t bringing on tears. Crying was for girls and sissies, and maybe a stupid man given a second chance at happiness.
Alone with Mina— my lost mate —he gave in to temptation and stroked her hair back from her temple. She’d changed and yet hadn’t in the years since he’d seen her. Even though drunk at the time, he’d remembered every feature, her image imprinted on his mind. While she’d lost some of the roundness in her cheeks, her skin still appeared creamy and blemish-free. Her hair hung in curls around her face in a shorter style and flowed through his fingers like silk. He couldn’t stop staring at her, stunned she’d returned to him.
The mother of my child. A child given to her during a moment of drunken insanity.
How she must hate him. He’d behaved irresponsibly. Because he’d lost control, he’d not only taken her innocence, but burdened her with a baby. She, a mere slip of a girl, forced to become a mother without the aid and support of her mate or a pack. There weren’t enough hours in a day to grovel for forgiveness. Perhaps if he started now, maybe he could buy enough chocolate and flowers to at least get her to listen to his apology.
Her lashes fluttered first, signaling her rise to consciousness. A quick debate over whether to keep her on his lap or move away so as to not overwhelm her became moot when she opened her eyes. Brilliant blue depths peered at him, sucked him in, and made him remember why he’d felt so out of control those many years ago.
Even knowing what he now did—and stone-cold sober—his cock stirred and his heart rate sped up. It didn’t help that his awareness appeared contagious. Her full lips parted, her cheeks flushed a light pink, and a soft sigh escaped her.
“Remy.” She breathed his name, whispering it so it hit him soft as a caress. He almost bent down to take her lips before sanity smacked him.
A lack of control was why he’d lost her in the first place. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. So sit down and stop growling, he admonished his wolf. Miffed, his furry side retreated but didn’t go to sleep. It, too, wanted to know what happened next.
He tried to let nothing of the turmoil in him show. “Hey, baby. Are you feeling all right?”
Her brow knitted, and she struggled to sit up, then scrambled off him. “Oh, dear heavens. I’m not dreaming this time, am I?”
As inadvertent admissions went, hers took him by surprise. “You dream of me?”
“No,” she stated vehemently, too vehemently, her cheeks crimson.
A grin split his face at her obvious lie. “There’s no shame in it, baby. I’ve been dreaming of you, too.”
Disbelief widened her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“It’s true. I’ve dreamed of you and missed you. I’ve been wanting to apologize for how I behaved all those years ago.”
“Yeah, well, apology accepted.”
Too easy. “Don’t you want to yell at me? Tell me what a jerk I am? Hit me a little?”
“No. I’m fine, thank you,” was her prim and proper reply.
“No, you’re not. You must be majorly pissed. I know I’d be.”
“What happened, happened, and it was years ago. I got over it. Now where’s my son?” She changed the topic abruptly.
“ Our son is in the kitchen with his grandfather getting a cookie. He’s a precious little guy,” he added with a wry grin.
“You didn’t tell him you’re his father, did you?” Her frantic query made his smile fade.
“No.”
“Good. I mean, not that you being his father is a bad thing. It’s not. It’s just I didn’t tell him. And he doesn’t know. Has no clue actually.”
“So, what have you told him?”
With her eyes
Alone with Mina— my lost mate —he gave in to temptation and stroked her hair back from her temple. She’d changed and yet hadn’t in the years since he’d seen her. Even though drunk at the time, he’d remembered every feature, her image imprinted on his mind. While she’d lost some of the roundness in her cheeks, her skin still appeared creamy and blemish-free. Her hair hung in curls around her face in a shorter style and flowed through his fingers like silk. He couldn’t stop staring at her, stunned she’d returned to him.
The mother of my child. A child given to her during a moment of drunken insanity.
How she must hate him. He’d behaved irresponsibly. Because he’d lost control, he’d not only taken her innocence, but burdened her with a baby. She, a mere slip of a girl, forced to become a mother without the aid and support of her mate or a pack. There weren’t enough hours in a day to grovel for forgiveness. Perhaps if he started now, maybe he could buy enough chocolate and flowers to at least get her to listen to his apology.
Her lashes fluttered first, signaling her rise to consciousness. A quick debate over whether to keep her on his lap or move away so as to not overwhelm her became moot when she opened her eyes. Brilliant blue depths peered at him, sucked him in, and made him remember why he’d felt so out of control those many years ago.
Even knowing what he now did—and stone-cold sober—his cock stirred and his heart rate sped up. It didn’t help that his awareness appeared contagious. Her full lips parted, her cheeks flushed a light pink, and a soft sigh escaped her.
“Remy.” She breathed his name, whispering it so it hit him soft as a caress. He almost bent down to take her lips before sanity smacked him.
A lack of control was why he’d lost her in the first place. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. So sit down and stop growling, he admonished his wolf. Miffed, his furry side retreated but didn’t go to sleep. It, too, wanted to know what happened next.
He tried to let nothing of the turmoil in him show. “Hey, baby. Are you feeling all right?”
Her brow knitted, and she struggled to sit up, then scrambled off him. “Oh, dear heavens. I’m not dreaming this time, am I?”
As inadvertent admissions went, hers took him by surprise. “You dream of me?”
“No,” she stated vehemently, too vehemently, her cheeks crimson.
A grin split his face at her obvious lie. “There’s no shame in it, baby. I’ve been dreaming of you, too.”
Disbelief widened her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“It’s true. I’ve dreamed of you and missed you. I’ve been wanting to apologize for how I behaved all those years ago.”
“Yeah, well, apology accepted.”
Too easy. “Don’t you want to yell at me? Tell me what a jerk I am? Hit me a little?”
“No. I’m fine, thank you,” was her prim and proper reply.
“No, you’re not. You must be majorly pissed. I know I’d be.”
“What happened, happened, and it was years ago. I got over it. Now where’s my son?” She changed the topic abruptly.
“ Our son is in the kitchen with his grandfather getting a cookie. He’s a precious little guy,” he added with a wry grin.
“You didn’t tell him you’re his father, did you?” Her frantic query made his smile fade.
“No.”
“Good. I mean, not that you being his father is a bad thing. It’s not. It’s just I didn’t tell him. And he doesn’t know. Has no clue actually.”
“So, what have you told him?”
With her eyes
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