“The farm?”
“Yes,” she said.She took a bite and groaned softly, her eyes glittering with happiness.
That sound was going to make his head explode.
He took a bite of lasagna, possibly the best thing that Tris had ever made, and said, “What was the prowl like with meals?Did everyone fend for themselves or were there caretakers?”
“A bit of both,” she said, thoughtfully.“There were caretakers, generally the unmated females like Mom and me and Sunny, who cooked and cleaned for those who couldn’t—or wouldn’t—like the alpha’s high-ranked males who weren’t mated.Mom’s a great cook, and I like to cook too, but Sunny never was much for it.She usually helped with prep work in the kitchen.”
“And you?”
“I was a very good line cook for my mom, but her favorite thing was making coffee.She used to make her own flavored creamers and they were amazing.Sweet caramel, vanilla and cinnamon, and she had a mocha one that was fantastic.”
“Sounds like she would have been a whiz at having her own coffee shop.”
“We weren’t allowed to have businesses outside of the prowl.It would have been nice if we had been.Mom would have been great at that and I would have happily helped.But it wasn’t to be.Not with the old alpha, not with Dario, and especially not now with Otto.”
“So your mom’s favorite thing to do is coffee.What’s yours?”
She looked thoughtful, and then smiled softly.“Sewing.”
“Oh yeah?What do you like to sew?”
“Anything, really.My grandma taught me to sew before she passed away when I was a teenager.I was always looking for things to mend, like clothes and curtains.I made a quilt once with old shirts I collected from prowl members and it took me forever, but I really loved it.It’s like a puzzle made with fabric that ends up being a really useful item.”
He loved the way she smiled as she talked about sewing.He wasn’t sure how, but he’d figure out a way for her to be able to do what she loved.
While they ate, they talked about everything and nothing, learning about each other in small, important ways.
Once they’d finished the meal and the cheesecake he’d secured for dessert, he took her hand and led her a little ways from the porch, using his phone to activate string lights to illuminate underneath a tree.Turning on a romantic music playlist that softly filled the air, he asked her to dance.
She fit perfectly against him as they moved under the lights, swaying to the music and just holding each other.
As the first song ended, she tilted her head to look at him, longing in the beautiful brown depths of her eyes, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
That first kiss, so important and perfect, sealed his stallion’s devotion to her.
She was his soulmate, and he was going to keep her safe and by his side forever.
No matter who came after her—alpha or not—she was his to protect.
“I want to give you the moon,” he murmured against her lips as his heart pounded in his ears and his stallion let out a deep, satisfied whinny in his head.
“I think you’re just the male to do it,” she answered, biting gently at his bottom lip.“Sweet Avi.Let’s go to the apartment.”
With a nod, he gave her one last lingering kiss and then turned off the lights and music, taking her hand and leading her to the barn.
He wasn’t sure what was going to happen as they climbed the stairs, but then she didn’t let go of his hand as she opened the door, giving him a sultry look.
“Stay with me, Avi.I don’t want to spend another night without you.”
He stepped into the apartment and pulled the door shut, and then drew her close.“I’m falling for you, Fallon.”
“I’m falling for you too.”
Fallon’s heart had never pounded so hard in her life as she gently pulled Avi into the apartment, knowing full well that things were going to move forward physically between them if she did.
She knew she could tell him she just wanted to sleep with him and not have sex, because he was the sort of male who wouldn’t try to push things forward physically if she wasn’t ready.
