in many ways. But you may need to tell her how you feel about her many times before she will believe it’s true. Her heart and soul want you but her mind needs to catch up. She was making great strides until the barbeque; your disappearance sent her into a self-esteem tailspin. Are you prepared to hang in there for the long haul?” she asked Simon.
“I’m not going anywhere . I don’t care how long it takes for her to believe she’s the only one for me.”
“Good answer. Now, Rose was right , it’s getting late. Stop by in the morning for coffee and try again with her.”
Chapter 8
The Picnic
Simon reluctantly trudged across the acreage between the houses. The further he got from Cade’s the more his heart ached and his wolf howled. The weight on his chest was making it difficult to breathe. He felt pathetic when he only made it to the edge of the porch light’s glow and had to turn back. Head hanging, he knocked on the door.
“Simon? Is everything all right?”
“I can’t leave her.” Short and to the point. No need to embarrass himself more than necessary.
“Come on, sweetheart. I have an empty guestroom.” Graciously, Anna led him down the hall. The only other option would be sleeping outside Rose’s door. Although explaining Simon rolled in a blanket on the floor in the hallway the next morning would have been interesting at best.
After failing to sleep all night, Simon stretched his tired and achy muscles. Being under the same roof with Rose only feet away, but in another room, had been torturous. He let out a happy chuckle. I’ll take the torture any day of the week . In truth, being in a separate house from his mate wasn’t an option so he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Cocking his head, he heard her moving in her room. He scrambled to quickly grab his jogging pants from the end of the bed and tie the waist. He reached for his day old T-shirt but as he caught a whiff of it his head snapped back of its own accord and turned away. Dear Goddess, that’s disgusting . He would just get a clean shirt after he had a cup of coffee. He tossed it back on the floor and stepped out of his room just as Rose was closing her door.
“Good morning, cher.”
Startled, she let out a squeak in surprise.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She smiled then frowned as she recognized that deep, hypnotic voice. She looked over her shoulder to see Simon standing behind her. Wearing nothing but sweat pants, he was the best thing she'd ever seen. His blond hair was sleep mussed and a bit shaggy as it grew out from his military cut, and his blue eyes practically glowed. He took her breath away. What the heck is he doing here?
He had a manly voice. Rich and deep. It resonated with a Cajun drawl, and every time he spoke, it sent a strange chill through her. She'd never heard any man with a voice so innately masculine.
“Nice hair,” she teased. “You’re here very early…”
“It was getting late and Anna gave me a guest room for the night,” he said, combing his hair with his fingers.
“Oh.” Her eyes grew large. “That was nice of her.”
“I thought so too.” He shrugged, as they made straight for the aroma of coffee. He followed her into the kitchen. The entire house smelled of coffee and cinnamon rolls.
She poured herself a cup then looked at him. “Would you like some?”
“Yes, please.”
Rose poured another cup and handed it to him. “Did I make it right? You take cream and sugar?”
“Perfect.”
When he took it from her, she felt the warmth of his fingers brush hers.
An incredible rush went through her. She felt his surprise. His heated interest. WHOA! What the heck was that?
Tearing her gaze from his in shear self preservation, she noticed a note in the middle of the table.
Rose and Simon,
Both Cade and I were called to an important meeting. We will be gone most of the day.
Enjoy the rolls.
I heard the weather will be perfect today
“I’m not going anywhere . I don’t care how long it takes for her to believe she’s the only one for me.”
“Good answer. Now, Rose was right , it’s getting late. Stop by in the morning for coffee and try again with her.”
Chapter 8
The Picnic
Simon reluctantly trudged across the acreage between the houses. The further he got from Cade’s the more his heart ached and his wolf howled. The weight on his chest was making it difficult to breathe. He felt pathetic when he only made it to the edge of the porch light’s glow and had to turn back. Head hanging, he knocked on the door.
“Simon? Is everything all right?”
“I can’t leave her.” Short and to the point. No need to embarrass himself more than necessary.
“Come on, sweetheart. I have an empty guestroom.” Graciously, Anna led him down the hall. The only other option would be sleeping outside Rose’s door. Although explaining Simon rolled in a blanket on the floor in the hallway the next morning would have been interesting at best.
After failing to sleep all night, Simon stretched his tired and achy muscles. Being under the same roof with Rose only feet away, but in another room, had been torturous. He let out a happy chuckle. I’ll take the torture any day of the week . In truth, being in a separate house from his mate wasn’t an option so he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Cocking his head, he heard her moving in her room. He scrambled to quickly grab his jogging pants from the end of the bed and tie the waist. He reached for his day old T-shirt but as he caught a whiff of it his head snapped back of its own accord and turned away. Dear Goddess, that’s disgusting . He would just get a clean shirt after he had a cup of coffee. He tossed it back on the floor and stepped out of his room just as Rose was closing her door.
“Good morning, cher.”
Startled, she let out a squeak in surprise.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She smiled then frowned as she recognized that deep, hypnotic voice. She looked over her shoulder to see Simon standing behind her. Wearing nothing but sweat pants, he was the best thing she'd ever seen. His blond hair was sleep mussed and a bit shaggy as it grew out from his military cut, and his blue eyes practically glowed. He took her breath away. What the heck is he doing here?
He had a manly voice. Rich and deep. It resonated with a Cajun drawl, and every time he spoke, it sent a strange chill through her. She'd never heard any man with a voice so innately masculine.
“Nice hair,” she teased. “You’re here very early…”
“It was getting late and Anna gave me a guest room for the night,” he said, combing his hair with his fingers.
“Oh.” Her eyes grew large. “That was nice of her.”
“I thought so too.” He shrugged, as they made straight for the aroma of coffee. He followed her into the kitchen. The entire house smelled of coffee and cinnamon rolls.
She poured herself a cup then looked at him. “Would you like some?”
“Yes, please.”
Rose poured another cup and handed it to him. “Did I make it right? You take cream and sugar?”
“Perfect.”
When he took it from her, she felt the warmth of his fingers brush hers.
An incredible rush went through her. She felt his surprise. His heated interest. WHOA! What the heck was that?
Tearing her gaze from his in shear self preservation, she noticed a note in the middle of the table.
Rose and Simon,
Both Cade and I were called to an important meeting. We will be gone most of the day.
Enjoy the rolls.
I heard the weather will be perfect today
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