“It’s in the living room to dry out. Why do you need it?”
“I need my phone, if it’s not dead.”
When she moved to climb off the bed, Damon jumped to his feet. “I’ll get your phone. Please, stay here until you’re ready to move. I’ll make you some breakfast to help restore your energy.”
He opened the door, and she glanced through the doorway to see an open space with picture windows and a chocolate brown sofa. This was where he lived. A shudder of awareness danced through her. How strange this all was. Maybe she’d be able to process it once she had her wits back.
Damon returned and handed her the phone. The battery read one hundred percent. She glanced at him. “You charged it for me?”
“Of course. I said I’d take care of you.”
Her lips twitched. What should she make of all this? “I don’t understand why, but thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Damon held her gaze for several seconds. “Will you stay for breakfast? I can make waffles, coffee, bacon...”
Her mouth watered. Since she was already here and weak, a little food in her belly wouldn’t hurt. “Sure. Thanks.”
She texted Tara in case she was awake and worried.Be back soon.She’d explain everything later—once she had a clue as to what happened herself.
As he walked out of the room, Sophie watched him. He stood as muscular and impressive as she’d remembered in the club. Despite his intimidating size, he seemed considerate and caring.
And now—he was cooking breakfast for her?
What a strange night indeed.
Damon
As Damon prepared breakfast in his kitchen, his wolf urged,We can’t let her leave.
We can’t make her stay here,Damon countered.
But she’s our mate. We’ve waited for her for so long.
Damon exhaled.And it’s like I’ve said for years—mates are nothing but trouble. In just one night, it might have led me to start a pack war.
A mate would be worth that.
Damon continued to struggle with his wolf’s insistence to convince Sophie to stay. Soon the cabin was filled with the scent of brewing coffee, sizzling bacon, and waffles.
He didn’t want her to leave as much as his wolf, but he also couldn’t force her to stay. Besides, the human part of him—the more rational side that considered things rather than relying on his wolf’s primal instincts—still questioned whether this was crazy. He couldn’t change his life because of a woman he didn’t know. In just a few hours, her arrival had thrown his life and that of his pack into chaos.
Especially since he was just as eager as his prowling wolf inside to be close to her again.
After Damon finished making breakfast, he set up a tray to bring it to her in the guest room. He snorted—what guests? He didn’t invite others to stay with him. Funny how he was playing such a hospitable role with her.
Once he returned to her, a strange sense of euphoria filled him again. Having her there felt—right.
He’d heard about this feeling. A wolf would be in agony while yearning for his mate, and the world would feel balanced again when around her.
He groaned inside. Trouble indeed.
Sophie sat up in the bed, her dark auburn hair spilling over the white cotton pillow she’d propped behind her. “It smells delicious. But you don’t have to wait on me, Damon. I could sit at a table.”
“Nope. You were already lightheaded and almost fell.”
“Maybe because I sat up so quickly. I don’t feel so unsteady now.”
“Still, I don’t want you exerting yourself at all until you get some energy back.”
