From his exaggerated sigh, I don’t think he was beingserious.
We shower, towel ourselves off, and then throw on our clothes. Soren’s shirt is inside out, his cheeks flushed as he finger-combs his hair into something orderly.
“Relax.” I kiss his neck.
Soren exhales slowly. “I’m so relaxed.”
I take his hand and together we go to join Fergus for breakfast. He smiles and hands us each a plate. I take a big bite to avoid talking, groaning as the sweet flavor of pork and melted cheese explodes on my tongue.
I clear my plate far too quickly, not giving myself any time to decide what I should say. I settle on what feels easiest. “Thank you for the food.”
“Of course. If I’d known we were having a guest, I’d have prepared more.”
Soren clears his throat. “Well, Lyall’s going to be here a lot from now on.”
I look down at my plate to hide my massive smile. I love how certain he sounds, the subtle challenge in his words. Soren wants me in his life. He’s choosing me.
“I see.” Fergus smiles, though it seems fake to my eyes. “Then I’ll have to make more sandwiches next time.”
“Peanut bubber and jelly?” I ask hopefully.
Soren snorts beside me.
“As much peanutbutterand jelly sandwiches as you like.”
I like the sound of that.
Soren takes away our plates. “Lyall, I’m gonna use the bathroom. Then we’re going.”
“Sure.”
Soren leaves, and I find myself alone with Fergus. He studies me in silence, like I’m a fascinating insect. One he’d like to crush, or one he’d leave alone? I find a thread in the tablecloth to pull on. Why must words always fail me when I need them?
“What are your intentions with my grandson, wolf?”
I tense, not liking the suspicion lacing his every word. Looking up, I refuse to shy away from his narrowed gaze. I’m not going anywhere. Soren’s grandfather needs to accept that. “The only intentions I have are to make him feel happy and loved.”
“In this timeline, or yours?”
I’d give anything for Soren to be able to meet my family, but I know how that would end. “Here. He has a life in this time. Friends and family and a job. I’m not taking him away from that.”
Fergus tilts his head. “You would choose a life here, in this time?”
“I will choosehim.I willalwayschoose him. In the past, the present, the future, in any way he will have me.”
We were made for each other. In every lifetime, I would find Soren and fall in love with him. My love for him has no limits, no sense of time or distance. It’s as much a part of me as the heart that beats in my chest.
“I’m never letting him go again, so you’d best get used to seeing me around.”
“Again?” Fergus repeats, eyes narrowing.
I can’t fight my wince. Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.
Fergus leans forward, arms braced on the table. “What happened to Soren, wolf? Did you hurt him?”
My lips curl. “I would cut off my hand before I laid a finger on him in anger.”
“Then what happened? Why is he here?”
