Then she called up another picture, taken a couple of days after they’d met, and retrieved another shirt from the closet.
She handed it to him. “Put that one on.”
Ken looked incredibly confused now, but he stripped off the blue shirt, handed it to her, and put on the next one. It was an oxford button-up, one of the shirts he used to wear to work when he still taught.
As he started buttoning it, she knew he realized the problem immediately. “Holy shit,” he muttered.
Dewi read it all in his mind.
He could button the neck, but it fit way more snugly than it had before.
Uncomfortably so.
As in, he wouldn’t have worn it before, it was so snug.
She showed him the picture, where even with it buttoned and wearing a tie, there was still a little bit of a gap. “Nowdo you believe me?”
“Yeah. We just bought me a few new button-up shirts. What size are they?”
She retrieved one while he took that one off.
Sure enough, they were a larger size.
“So…what does that even mean?” he asked.
She slowly shook her head. “I don’t know. But you no longer needed your glasses the morning after we first mated. You healed incredibly fast from your injuries when Endquist attacked us. And now…this.” She indicated his body.
It wasn’t like he’d suddenly sprouted a ton of muscles or something, big and beefy like Beck. It was subtle, like he’d firmed and toned what he already had, maybe a little extra muscle mass, built more like Joaquin or her brothers.
“Well…” He pulled her to him. He was now bare-chested again, and Dewi couldn’t deny he was distracting to her. Not just because of their mate bond, either. “Maybe all the push-ups I’ve been doing in bed since meeting you?” His lips quirked in a playful smile. “You sure that doesn’t count? Upper-body workout?”
She couldn’t help but giggle. He was fucking adorkable, in a sexy geek kind of way. Beck was a fine hunk of a man and wolf, but there was something deliciously vulnerable about Ken, like a hidden strength within him, which wound her soul tightly around his.
He’d proven himself. Multiple times now. Maybe he wasn’t the strongest or fastest guy to ever be a member of the Targhee pack, but those assets made him even sexier to her.
Because he wasn’t like anyone she’d ever met before.
She draped her arms around his neck. “Maybe that’s it.”I need to tell him.
He was leaning in to kiss her when he froze. “Need to tell mewhat?”
Dewi’s turn to freeze.Ooohhh, fuuuuck.
He leaned back and gently caught her wrists, pulling her arms from around his neck and holding her in front of him. “You need to tell mewhat?” he asked again.
“Let’s sit.”
“Why do I have a feeling I won’t like this?”
“Let’s…sit down. Please?” He finally let her coax him back to the edge of the bed. “Badger’s been running your lineage.”
“And?”
“He’s still working on your father’s bloodlines. But there’s been a…development.”
“Dewi, please quit screwing around and justtellme.”
“He’s pretty sure your mother was adopted.”
