Finn snorted. “What color would mine be?”
I didn’t have to think hard about it. “Forest green.”
“Would it qualify asCabin Chic?”
I laughed. “You remember what I was rambling about that day?”
“I doubt I’ll ever forget.”
“Well, yes, the cake would be Cabin Chic.”
Silence fell between us while we both focused. It only lasted a minute or two before Finn spoke up again.
“What event are you going to at the university?”
“Oh, the theater department is putting on a performance ofWicked. It was going to be a girls’ night thing, but when we were buying tickets yesterday, Abby decided to bring Nico, Stella decided to bring Graham, and Jade decided to bring Wyatt. Maya bailed when she heard they were bringing dates, so now me and Zoe are going as a couple too.”
When Finn didn’t respond right away, I glanced over at him.
His jaw was clenched, and he was breathing through his teeth.
The possessiveness thing.
Right.
“Not romantically,” I clarified.
Finn jerked his head in a nod.
Silence fell again.
It was less comfortable this time.
“Did you read the book?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “I saw all the paperbacks in your house.”
The man lived in a verifiable library. I loved a good book as much as anyone, but I had never been much of a collector. Turning the pages on my phone or tablet was easier on my wrists, and I’d wrecked those early by writing on whiteboards at the wrong angle constantly.
“I did. It was nothing like the movie.”
“Or the play, from what I’ve heard. I didn’t read it.”
He grunted in agreement.
When he didn’t continue the conversation, I turned some music on. I hoped that would ease the tension.
It did. Slowly.
“Has your wolf tried to break out to come after mine?” Finn asked me, pouring batter into a pan.
I eyed his bowl.
I’d been stupidly hungry since I first shifted, so I was glad there was a crapload of batter. The amount still seemed slightly excessive for two people, though.
“No, she seems pretty laid-back. The only time she tried to get out was when I was driving with the windows down to grab something for dinner yesterday. I found a parking lot and shifted so she could chase squirrels for a bit.”
“You shifted alone, right outside of town?”
“Everyone who lives here knows—or at least thinks—werewolves might be real. It wasn’t dangerous. And it’s fun to live on the edge a little.”
