"Or he'll forget me altogether."
"You're such a drama queen.He might not understand what's going on, but I doubt he's unaffected by the mate bond."
I snort."He doesn't want me to kiss him."
"The pull is there.Trust me."
I trust her in most things, but I'm not sure about this.
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Chapter 16
Simon
I haven't seen Boris all day, and I don't know if I should be relieved or not.The further the day progresses, the more I lean toward not.I feel unsettled whenever he's around, but never before have I found myself staring out the window as many times in a day, trying to spot him.
Crazy.
I look at the clock and sigh.It's time to go get Ira.Maybe I should add Boris' name to the list of people who're allowed to pick him up.There is no need now, but what if I'm called to an interview or something?I can't turn it down simply because I need to pick up my kid.Then they'd never hire me.
It can't hurt to have Boris listed.I don't need to tell him.Or maybe I should tell him.I sigh to myself.How can a person take up so much room in my head when I don't know him?
With the keys in my hand, I exit the house.I glance toward the garage where rock music most often is playing while Boris is fiddling with his motorbike.
It's closed and silent.
Unease swirls in my gut.What is he doing today?
I get in the car and drive the short way to the school.I should stop taking the car.It'd only take us fifteen minutes to walk, or maybe it would be closer to ten now that Ira is bigger, and I'd save on gas money.
Starting tomorrow, we'll be walking.Unless we're running late or it's raining.I nod to myself, glad for at least having made one decision today.I've been wandering around the house like a restless spirit all day, getting nothing done.
Maybe I should invite Boris for dinner.He's cooked for us several times now and taken us to the cafe.I didn't pay a cent there.He drove us and paid for us.
Yes, I'll cook for him.Though, what the hell do you make for a chef?What if he thinks my cooking sucks?Then I curse myself.I'm being stupid.It's the gesture that counts.
Ira is waiting for me when I arrive.He stands alone, and a pang of something hits me.Does he have friends in school?The teachers have never hinted at there being a problem, but he never talks about anyone.
I greet the teacher who's watching the kids, and she crosses Ira off the list.When we're back in the car, I smile at him."How was school today?"
He fastens the seatbelt before looking at me."Good."
Okay."What did you do?"
He shrugs."Same as always."
I flick the indicator and get us moving."Yeah?But you have to have learned something new, right?"
He's quiet for several seconds."We're going to draw animals in art class."
"Yeah?What are you drawing?"
"A wolf."
I swallow."A wolf?"I try to sound positive and catch him nodding at the corner of my eye.
"Yeah.I know it won't be as good as Zahrah's.I can't draw like a photograph, but maybe she can tell me how to draw it to make it life-like."
