“How about I tell them tomorrow, and you tell me the story today.”
“No. If I tell you now, you’re just going to buy me a bunch of pans and make an excuse to get out of telling them.”
“You know me too well, Muffin.”
“I know.”
“What if I set up breakfast with them tomorrow and tell them then?” I suggested.
“No. You tell them first, and I’ll tell you what’s going on at work,” she repeated.
“Fine.”
“Great.”
I focused on the dishes
She looked at the time. “I have to get ready for that bachelorette trip. Are you still good to drop me off at Stella and Graham’s place on your way home?”
“That’s today?” I asked.
She looked at me like I was crazy. “Yes. We’ve talked about it like five times this week.”
Shit.
“I… forgot.”
“You’ve been forgetting a lot of things these last few weeks.”
“Have I?”
“Don’t play dumb, Cupcake. What the hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing,” I repeated. “I’ll finish the dishes. You go ahead and pack.”
“If you don’t tell me soon, we’re going to have serious issues,” she warned, sliding off the countertop.
She could add them to my list.
I dragged out doing the dishes until she was ready to go, and turned some music on while we drove back to the pack’s land. Maya was very clearly pissed at me. She definitely wasn’t passive aggressive, by any definition of the term.
Despite her anger, she kissed me goodbye for a solid five minutes before leaving me with a murmur of, “Don’t do anything too stupid, and tell your friends already.”
I wanted to follow it up with an, “I love you too,”but was pretty sure it wouldn’t go over well.
Even if it was true.
I went back to my house, stopping in the doorway to stare at my empty space in silence.
I missed her.
I fucking missed her.
Constantly.
I rubbed the center of my chest absentmindedly. My fucking wolf wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Why are you just standing there?” Graham asked, turning to the side to slide past me into the house.
