“You’re definitely special,” I said, ruffling her hair. “But you still can’t fly.”
She pouted but ran off to terrorize her brother instead. Knox handed me a sandwich and a glass of water without me having to ask. Marriage to a werewolf meant never having to announce when I was hungry. He always knew.
“Hunt is coming by in an hour for their wolf lessons,” Knox said. “I figured we could head to the shop after?”
“Both shops are covered today but I should check in on the Ravenshollow one. Make sure the new hires aren’t burning the place down.”
“They’re doing fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I have faith in your hiring choices.”
“You’re just saying that because you want me to agree to something later.”
His mouth twitched. “Maybe.”
We got the twins fed and dressed, and by the time Hunt showed up they were bouncing off the walls with energy. Hunt took one look at them and sighed.
“This is going to be a long session,” he muttered.
“Good luck,” I told him cheerfully.
Knox drove us to the Ravenshollow shop in comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for him. I kept sneaking glances at him, trying to figure out if he was acting weird. He seemed normal. Relaxed. One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on my thigh.
We pulled up to the shop and I climbed out of the truck with far less grace than I’d have liked. Pregnancy had stolen my coordination along with my ankles. Knox was there immediately, steadying me with a hand on my lower back.
“I’m fine.”
“I know.”
“I can walk on my own.”
“I know that too.”
“Then why are you hovering?”
“Because I want to.”
We walked into the shop together and immediately the scent of coffee and fresh pastries hit me. The place was busy. Tables full. A line at the counter. Everything running smoothly without me.
Mika looked up from the espresso machine and her eyebrows shot up. “Well, well. Look who finally showed up.”
“I forgot we were coming to this branch today,” I admitted, glancing around at the controlled chaos. “Looks good though.”
“Of course it looks good. I run a tight ship.” She finished the latte she was making and slid it across the counter to a waiting customer. “How’s the parasite treating you?”
“The baby is fine, thank you for asking so politely.”
“I’m talking about your husband.”
Knox snorted beside me. I elbowed him in the ribs.
Vivi emerged from the kitchen with a tray of cookies, her face lighting up when she saw us. “Lina! Knox! I just finished a new recipe. You have to try it.”
“What kind?” I asked.
“Chocolate chip with sea salt and a hint of espresso.”
