“I always have been,” she answered, kissing his lips as he raised his head to look into her eyes. Angelle’s eyes closed but she wore a smile as her fingers lazily stroked his arm. “Turns out all we needed was to be here in Whispers, and just a little trust.”
“Just a whisper of trust,” he said, looking down at her with her eyes still closed.
“Whisper of trust,” she whispered.
“Rest my love. I think we’re due a nice long nap,” he said, realizing his mate was exhausted.
Angelle sighed and turned her head, adjusting her head to a more comfortable position.
Boon gently withdrew himself from her channel and curled up behind her, spooning her when she turned onto her side. “Sleep, my mate. I’ll keep you safe.”
Angelle yawned as she tucked her hands beneath her chin. “I’ll keep you safe, too.”
Boon smiled at her words as he felt her body relax against him. And just when he thought she’d fallen asleep, he heard her voice again. “I love you, Boon.”
“I love you,” he answered. Moments later, both were asleep, and all was right in their world.
Chapter 19
“Waaaakkkke!” Carnage shouted as he pounded on the door of Boon and Angelle’s home again. He’d been knocking for almost five full minutes, and so far, he hadn’t even heard anybody moving inside. Carnage stepped back and looked at the door with his hand on his hip. He tucked the basket of fresh buttered biscuits, a jar of blackberry jam, and a small plate of ham inside it under his arm and started around the porch. He pressed his face against the windows of the family room and seeing no one there, he went to the next window, which was a bedroom. The curtains there were drawn, so he couldn’t see in, so he continued on. When he got to the door at the back of the house, he pounded on it. “Waaaakkkke!” he yelled again, then completed his trip around the porch of the house, by beating on the front door again.
Angelle lifted her head and looked blearily around the bedroom. “What is that noise?” she asked.
“My father,” Boon said, his voice muffled because his face was pressed against her neck and covered by most of her hair.
“Why is he so loud?” she asked.
“He wants us to wake up. He’s been knocking for a while now.”
“Well, let him in!” she said.
“Why?” Boon asked.
“So he’ll stop yelling. It’s too early for all that,” Angelle said.
Boon sat up reluctantly, considering his options.
Then his father yelled again, and started knocking on the windows.
“He’s going to break the glass,” Angelle said.
“Probably. I’ll go let him in,” he said, walking completely nude over to their dresser to dig out a pair of underwear to put on.
Angelle sat up as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Oh!” she exclaimed, hunching in on herself as she tried to push herself up and off the mattress.
“What is it? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m so sore,” she said, attempting to sit back on the bed again. “Nope. Can’t do that,” she said.
“I knew I was too rough,” Boon said, angry with himself for hurting her.
“No, I think it’s just that I’m not used to it. I’m not hurt, just really sore.”
“Waaakkkke!” Carnage yelled again.
“Damn it!” Boon cursed, his gaze shooting toward the front door as though he could see through the walls.
“It’s okay, go let him in and I’m going to try to get to the bathroom. Maybe a hot soak in a bath…”
