the door behind her, and slipped her hand into
Trace’s much bigger one. He led them toward her driveway, and she expected to
see his Harley. Of course she hadn’t dressed for it, but she was confident she
could have pulled off riding on the back of his bike. Besides, there was this
little voice in the back of her head that told her she needed to wear something
that could be construed as easy access. But there was no big ass Harley sitting
in front of her house, but a big ass Yukon instead.
“Didn’t think you drove anything
but a motorcycle.”
He grinned down at her and gave her a
wink. Opening the passenger side door for her, he didn’t give her time to climb
in, just slid his hands around her waist, lifted her off the ground easily, and
set her on the seat as if she weighed nothing at all. She might be a thicker
girl, but compared to him she felt small and petite. Once he was seated in the
driver’s side, had the engine cranked, and was driving down the road, she asked
him where they were going.
He looked at her, but didn’t smile or
give her any indication of what he was thinking. “I actually want to introduce
you to someone.”
“Your son?”
He nodded but kept his eyes on the road.
“You’re okay with that? I don’t want to rush anything with you, but I want you
to meet him, and I figure the sooner the better.”
“I’d like to meet him.” She reached over and grabbed his hand,
slipping her fingers through his, and placing their entwined hands on her lap.
His arm was stretched out far to his side, so she moved as close as her
seatbelt would allow, and he gave her a small smile. It was nice, being so
close to him and it not having to be about her wanting to ease the annoyance of
her arousal taking over. Right now it was about contentment and comfort.
They hadn’t talked any more about what
he had divulged to her at the mountain, and it seemed as if something had
shifted in just the short time they had known each other. He was still so
gruff, but it was as if he knew he needed to ease up a bit, and to show her
that in order for this to work he needed to show her a softer side of him. Now,
that softer side did have him still growling out words, even acting like a
possessive male through text messages, but she found it endearing that he was
so territorial when it came to her.
For the next twenty minutes they held
light conversation, one that had her learning he was an only child, that his
mother had been a cheetah shifter and his father a polar bear.
“I grew up in Charlestown, and moved to
Sweet Water when I was twenty.”
“Is that when you met Karla?” She didn’t
miss how he tensed at the mention of his ex-wife. Maybe some females would be
upset that their mates had been married before and had a child, but Candace was
a strong believer in letting the past stay right there … in the past. Besides,
she had been with men before meeting him. It wasn’t like they were in their
twenties. Yes, he was ten years older than she was, but she was no spring
chicken, and at thirty-five she was starting to feel all the things missing in
her life—a husband and family. Was Karla still living in the past when it came
to Trace ? Candace had certainly smelled the human’s
desire for her mate, but Trace only had disgust for Karla.
“Yeah. I never intended for things to get serious with us. I made that clear to her,
but she also didn’t want anything serious. So it worked out good. Looks like
both of us got a reality check when she got pregnant with Liam. I was
twenty-two, and she was nineteen, and marrying her was the stupidest thing I’ve
ever done, but I thought it was the right and honorable thing at the time. It
took a long time for me to realize that a family doesn’t have to mean being
married. A loving home came be made up of a single family home, or even the
parents only living together. I’m not saying Liam didn’t need a mother, because
he did, but being with Karla wasn’t good for
Trace’s much bigger one. He led them toward her driveway, and she expected to
see his Harley. Of course she hadn’t dressed for it, but she was confident she
could have pulled off riding on the back of his bike. Besides, there was this
little voice in the back of her head that told her she needed to wear something
that could be construed as easy access. But there was no big ass Harley sitting
in front of her house, but a big ass Yukon instead.
“Didn’t think you drove anything
but a motorcycle.”
He grinned down at her and gave her a
wink. Opening the passenger side door for her, he didn’t give her time to climb
in, just slid his hands around her waist, lifted her off the ground easily, and
set her on the seat as if she weighed nothing at all. She might be a thicker
girl, but compared to him she felt small and petite. Once he was seated in the
driver’s side, had the engine cranked, and was driving down the road, she asked
him where they were going.
He looked at her, but didn’t smile or
give her any indication of what he was thinking. “I actually want to introduce
you to someone.”
“Your son?”
He nodded but kept his eyes on the road.
“You’re okay with that? I don’t want to rush anything with you, but I want you
to meet him, and I figure the sooner the better.”
“I’d like to meet him.” She reached over and grabbed his hand,
slipping her fingers through his, and placing their entwined hands on her lap.
His arm was stretched out far to his side, so she moved as close as her
seatbelt would allow, and he gave her a small smile. It was nice, being so
close to him and it not having to be about her wanting to ease the annoyance of
her arousal taking over. Right now it was about contentment and comfort.
They hadn’t talked any more about what
he had divulged to her at the mountain, and it seemed as if something had
shifted in just the short time they had known each other. He was still so
gruff, but it was as if he knew he needed to ease up a bit, and to show her
that in order for this to work he needed to show her a softer side of him. Now,
that softer side did have him still growling out words, even acting like a
possessive male through text messages, but she found it endearing that he was
so territorial when it came to her.
For the next twenty minutes they held
light conversation, one that had her learning he was an only child, that his
mother had been a cheetah shifter and his father a polar bear.
“I grew up in Charlestown, and moved to
Sweet Water when I was twenty.”
“Is that when you met Karla?” She didn’t
miss how he tensed at the mention of his ex-wife. Maybe some females would be
upset that their mates had been married before and had a child, but Candace was
a strong believer in letting the past stay right there … in the past. Besides,
she had been with men before meeting him. It wasn’t like they were in their
twenties. Yes, he was ten years older than she was, but she was no spring
chicken, and at thirty-five she was starting to feel all the things missing in
her life—a husband and family. Was Karla still living in the past when it came
to Trace ? Candace had certainly smelled the human’s
desire for her mate, but Trace only had disgust for Karla.
“Yeah. I never intended for things to get serious with us. I made that clear to her,
but she also didn’t want anything serious. So it worked out good. Looks like
both of us got a reality check when she got pregnant with Liam. I was
twenty-two, and she was nineteen, and marrying her was the stupidest thing I’ve
ever done, but I thought it was the right and honorable thing at the time. It
took a long time for me to realize that a family doesn’t have to mean being
married. A loving home came be made up of a single family home, or even the
parents only living together. I’m not saying Liam didn’t need a mother, because
he did, but being with Karla wasn’t good for
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