Surprisingly, there wasn’t a whole lot of furniture. The only bed in the house was Callum’s, which seemed odd.
I tried to pay attention to who was getting eliminated on my show from afar, but it was pretty much useless.
My wolf was panting happily, her tail thumping against the cushion when she went back to the living room and plopped down on the couch just in time to spoil the season's final episode for me.
I sighed."You're a gigantic puppy."
"It's glorious,"she agreed.
Not for the first time, I wished I had that kind of energy. I'd been energetic like that, once upon a time. Back before everything happened with Gwen, and my cafe exploded. Now, I barely managed to get through every day with all of the management, inventory, and paperwork.
I'd just wanted to make coffee and spend all of my time in a café.
That had always been the plan. Gwen was supposed to be in charge of the business stuff. She was a lot quieter than I was, and had never intended to work the shop or deal with the employees. I was supposed to be the one who handled the coffee and food.
Part of me wondered if I should've turned Callum down when he offered guaranteed success. Maybe if my shop hadn't exploded the way it did, business would've been slower.Lifewould've been slower.
But I knew that was just my exhaustion talking.
I didn't regret my success. That would be ridiculous.I just... didn't expect it to turn out the way it did.
Was that allowed?
I didn't fucking know.
When the garage door opened, my wolf's ears shot upward.
Her tail thumped louder and harder.
"Shift back,"I urged.
"No way."
"Please don't do anything stupid."
"I'm incapable of doing anything stupid."
"Licking any part of him would be considered stupid, Sable."
She snorted."No it wouldn't."
Fuck.
The door leading from the garage into the mansion opened and closed smoothly.
My wolf stayed where she was on the couch, waiting for him to come to her, her tail still wagging.
Callum's footsteps were slow in the hallway. Sable listened to him unloading something. Probably my stuff.
I was holding out hope that he'd decided not to actually pack up everything I owned, but the expensive coffee machines in the kitchen said that was unlikely.He wouldn't go to the trouble of purchasing them if he was going to let me leave.
From the sound of him walking back and forth, I assumed he was either putting my stuff in his bedroom or the one down the hall from it. I was fairly confident the former option was the one he was going with, but holding out hope for the latter.Even though the one down the hall was lacking a bed or any other furniture.
"He's putting your things in his room,"my wolf gloated.
"You shouldn't be happy about that."
"Yes I should. I want to keep him."
