My face flushed. “It’s going to be large, but tasteful. I had to book it in my hometown, to make sure I could invite all of my family and my parents’ friends.”
“What day?”
“Next Saturday.”
Connor whistled. “I imagine I’m going to need a suit or something.”
“A tux. I’m going to try on dresses tomorrow, so I’ll schedule you an appointment then.”
“Alright. Is there anything I need to know about your family before the wedding? Or the people who who’ll be there?”
I nodded. “I made flash cards.”
“You’re not playing around.”
“No, I’m not. I worked my ass off for years to get out of my parents’ claws, and I’m not going to give up my freedom now.”
“Good.”
The simple word in his low, sexy voice had my mind going back to the forest. And the way he’d praised me there.
I forced myself to refocus on the sandwich I was making.
“Any plans for the rest of the day?” he asked.
“Not really. I wasn’t sure how things would go with the shifting. We should pick up my truck from Emmy’s place, but that’s about it.” I turned to put the newest sandwich on top of the pile.
“Are you planning on heading home tonight?”
My gaze met his. “Do you want me to?”
“Fuck, no.”
I turned back to the pan and started another sandwich, forcing myself to breathe normally. That was getting more difficult by the moment. “Then I’ll just stay here, if that’s okay with you. All of my stuff is packed already, so my apartment isn’t very comfortable. I was going to ask Emmy about living at her house in town after I figured out whether or not the werewolf thing would work.”
“Do you always plan for everything?”
“Pretty much.” It was a side effect of having no control over any aspect of my life as a kid. I was aware of it, but planning made me feel better, so I didn’t try to stop.
“Do you need to be back for classes on Monday?”
“No, I’m teaching online for the current semester to buy myself time to figure everything out.”
“So you could move here, if you wanted to.”
“Yeah.”
“Good to know.” I felt more than heard Connor cross the kitchen. His front pressed to my back lightly as he reached around me to take the spatula from my hand. “Sit down and eat, Gorgeous.”
“I don’t really need—” I started, but my stomach cut me off with another growl.
He chuckled. “Just sit down.” His hand brushed my waist lightly, over the top of the t-shirt I had on. It didn’t pass my notice that he was touching the place his wolf had bitten me. Or that his fingers slid gently over the fabric, like he was trying to feel the outline of the scar.
“Alright, but you need to eat too,” I said.
“I’ll eat when you’re done.”
“That’s silly.” I grabbed a sandwich off the top of the pile and handed it over. He accepted it and took an emphatic bite.
