their body. A bit gruff at times, but all fine gentlemen.”
Zhara didn’t plan on bringing up the one who’d stripped and streaked off, but as if Willow read her mind she added, “Well, for the most part they are.”
Zhara laughed alongside the older woman.
Willow might be mom to the behemoths downstairs, but to describe her as gorgeous would have been an extreme understatement. Willow, taller than the average woman, must have come in somewhere around six feet and all of about a hundred and fifty pounds of curves and boobs. Long, pale blonde hair the color of Dax’s showcased a pair of hazel eyes.
“Here we are. Dax’s old room.” Willow opened the large door. After hearing whose room it had been, Zhara expected an outdated, messy teen boy’s room. Instead the door opened to large room housing a monster king size bed with log trim, creating a man approved four-poster. The curtains and quilted spread both held a rustic log-cabin appeal which fit both the room and the home overall.
“I renovated it when he left for the city on a hunt for his mate.”
Zhara got the sense Willow wanted her to open up, but though Zhara liked the other woman, she herself wasn’t quite sure where she and Dax stood. She kept hearing the term “mate,” like lifetime something and yeah, she and Dax were exclusive, but there had been no real talk about anything beyond the here and now.
“Well, I’ll let you get settled while I go down and start supper.” Willow turned to leave the room.
“Would you like any help in the kitchen?” Zhara hadn’t been raised rude. She knew when one woman began cooking for a crew like Willow had, she could use all the help available to her, no matter how used to cooking for a lot like this she might be.
“I’d love some. You’re the first of any of the women brought home to have offered.” Willow shot her a bright smile.
Thoughts of Dax bringing another woman to meet his family rankled her. Bad . Like nails on a chalkboard. Made her want to find the bitch and claw her eyes out.
What the hell? They weren’t even...what? A couple? Yes, they were. Exclusive? Though not talked about Dax damn well better not have been with anyone else. She’d never had a jealous bone in her body.
Until now, apparently.
Oh, she was so helping Willow in the kitchen now. Maybe the other woman would slip up and say more. Or she could be ushered into the direction of exes or something.
“I’d love to help you. I happen to be a decent cook.” A lie, but she was a quick study.
“Well, let’s go. We’ve got half a cow to grill up and thirty pounds of potatoes to peel and mash.”
How many pounds had she stated? Half a cow? Oh, boy, what the hell had she gotten herself into?
An hour later, Zhara learned Dax had been engaged once. Obviously things went sour, but he’d been serious enough with someone else he’d proposed. She supposed he hadn’t technically done wrong by not telling her but for some reason his lack of full disclosure felt like a betrayal.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’d assumed he’d told you already since she lives in town and drops by sometimes to visit,” Willow continued.
Oh, hell no. The bitch visited?
“So she pops in often?” Zhara fought to keep her voice level. Sane and in check, when deep down she was far from.
“I wouldn’t say often, but honey, honestly. He and Sparrow ended on—how should I describe their breakup? Um, well the day was quite ugly.”
His ex’s name was fucking Sparrow? For real?
“What happened?” Willow had already offered this much–Zhara hoped the older woman wouldn’t get second thoughts now about divulging Dax’s past.
“In hindsight I’ve said far too much. However, not finishing the story would fall under cruel and unusual punishment, I fear.” Willow shot her a questioning look and Zhara nodded. She agreed with the “cruel and unusual” mentality.
“Well, Fin, who you met earlier, and Sparrow hooked up. In Fin’s
Zhara didn’t plan on bringing up the one who’d stripped and streaked off, but as if Willow read her mind she added, “Well, for the most part they are.”
Zhara laughed alongside the older woman.
Willow might be mom to the behemoths downstairs, but to describe her as gorgeous would have been an extreme understatement. Willow, taller than the average woman, must have come in somewhere around six feet and all of about a hundred and fifty pounds of curves and boobs. Long, pale blonde hair the color of Dax’s showcased a pair of hazel eyes.
“Here we are. Dax’s old room.” Willow opened the large door. After hearing whose room it had been, Zhara expected an outdated, messy teen boy’s room. Instead the door opened to large room housing a monster king size bed with log trim, creating a man approved four-poster. The curtains and quilted spread both held a rustic log-cabin appeal which fit both the room and the home overall.
“I renovated it when he left for the city on a hunt for his mate.”
Zhara got the sense Willow wanted her to open up, but though Zhara liked the other woman, she herself wasn’t quite sure where she and Dax stood. She kept hearing the term “mate,” like lifetime something and yeah, she and Dax were exclusive, but there had been no real talk about anything beyond the here and now.
“Well, I’ll let you get settled while I go down and start supper.” Willow turned to leave the room.
“Would you like any help in the kitchen?” Zhara hadn’t been raised rude. She knew when one woman began cooking for a crew like Willow had, she could use all the help available to her, no matter how used to cooking for a lot like this she might be.
“I’d love some. You’re the first of any of the women brought home to have offered.” Willow shot her a bright smile.
Thoughts of Dax bringing another woman to meet his family rankled her. Bad . Like nails on a chalkboard. Made her want to find the bitch and claw her eyes out.
What the hell? They weren’t even...what? A couple? Yes, they were. Exclusive? Though not talked about Dax damn well better not have been with anyone else. She’d never had a jealous bone in her body.
Until now, apparently.
Oh, she was so helping Willow in the kitchen now. Maybe the other woman would slip up and say more. Or she could be ushered into the direction of exes or something.
“I’d love to help you. I happen to be a decent cook.” A lie, but she was a quick study.
“Well, let’s go. We’ve got half a cow to grill up and thirty pounds of potatoes to peel and mash.”
How many pounds had she stated? Half a cow? Oh, boy, what the hell had she gotten herself into?
An hour later, Zhara learned Dax had been engaged once. Obviously things went sour, but he’d been serious enough with someone else he’d proposed. She supposed he hadn’t technically done wrong by not telling her but for some reason his lack of full disclosure felt like a betrayal.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’d assumed he’d told you already since she lives in town and drops by sometimes to visit,” Willow continued.
Oh, hell no. The bitch visited?
“So she pops in often?” Zhara fought to keep her voice level. Sane and in check, when deep down she was far from.
“I wouldn’t say often, but honey, honestly. He and Sparrow ended on—how should I describe their breakup? Um, well the day was quite ugly.”
His ex’s name was fucking Sparrow? For real?
“What happened?” Willow had already offered this much–Zhara hoped the older woman wouldn’t get second thoughts now about divulging Dax’s past.
“In hindsight I’ve said far too much. However, not finishing the story would fall under cruel and unusual punishment, I fear.” Willow shot her a questioning look and Zhara nodded. She agreed with the “cruel and unusual” mentality.
“Well, Fin, who you met earlier, and Sparrow hooked up. In Fin’s
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