“Really?” she asks, and I nod my head.
“I’ll pick her up at three.”
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
If Shelby can’t talk to people about her feelings, maybe she’ll do it with a dog. It seems like something that might work for her. It also gives me a reason to check on Shelby in a few hours when I pick Winnie up.
She calls Winnie’s name and my dog obediently follows her to the sweet house.
I’m about to walk back to the house when Maverick stops me, waving me down with a huge basket in his hand.
“What’s that?” I ask.
It’s already partially open, but it’s far too feminine-looking to belong to one of the guys.
“It’s a gift for you, sorry it’s all fucked up. We had to look through it for safety reasons,” he apologizes with a grimace.
“Thanks for bringing it,” I say, going to grab the basket.
“Nah, I’ll walk it to your place,” he replies.
I give him a soft smile, and he trails behind me to the house.
“So, Cora stuck around?” I ask. The Beta and I aren’t as close as Shelby and me, but I like her all the same.
“Yeah, hopin’ to fuck she doesn’t change her mind.”
“She won’t,” I tell him honestly.
If she was going to leave, she would have already done it by now.
I open the front door, and Maverick follows me down the hall to the main bedroom where Cash is lying down.
He places it on the dresser, and Cash gives him an odd look.
“Alright then, feel better, man. See ya later,” Maverick says, clearly wanting to get the hell out of here.
Lily isthe only reason I haven’t lost my mind. If it weren’t for her giving me shit left and right, I know I’d be up off of this bed and pushing myself past my limits.
I have to remind myself constantly that we’re no longer in immediate danger, that we’re safe inside of the compound. But I know this ceasefire won’t last forever. Eventually, the Wraiths will act… or we will. There’s no way both clubs can be left standing, too much blood has been shed for that to happen.
Lily comes back into the room without the dog on her heels and instead has Maverick following her holding a big fucking basket.
“Shelby is going to watch Winnie for a few hours,” she explains without me having to even ask.
I wait until Maverick leaves before I respond back.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
I’ve heard from Tate just how unwell Shelby is doing, and I don’t know if leaving our dog with her is the best plan.
“I don’t think Shelby knows how to really express herself around people. Maybe she’ll be able to let out some of her feelings with Winnie. Plus, that means I get you all to myself.”
“Are you jealous of the dog?” I tease her with a smirk.
“No, I’m not jealous of the dog.”
“It seems like you’re jealous,” I counter, liking her possessiveness far more than I should.
