“I’ll think about it.”
“Isla?” Arric stepped outside, eyeing my uncle in suspicion.
My uncle kissed my cheek. “You’ve got this, love.”
“Thanks.”
Brodie walked away and Arric closed the distance between us.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “You need to stop giving my family your death glare.”
“The guy sitting next to you…?”
“Killian. My cousin.”
He relaxed, and I shook my head.
“Only family was invited tonight,” I informed him.
“Then why the hell am I here?”
“Because you’re my mate,” I said.
“Is that what you’ve told your entire family?” he asked, looking horrified.
“I don’t have to tell them anything, you arsehole. They can feel it.” I bit back tears. “I’m going back inside.”
He gently grabbed my arm. “Jesus, Isla, I didn’t mean it like it sounded.”
“Arric—”
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” he whispered.
“I know.” I linked my fingers with his. “I’m sorry.”
So fucking beautiful.
“Thank you.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Thank you for saying I’m beautiful.”
“I said that out loud?”
“Erm, well, no… not technically.”
What the fuck?
I squeezed his hand. “Don’t freak out.”
“You telling me not to freak out doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Remember when I told you we were mates?”
He frowned. “Yes.”
