He clears his throat, collecting himself. “I have a meeting with the council, and if she isn’t there, things won’t just stop but will regress. How do you suggest I get her out of bed?”
Chapter THIRTY-ONE
Jay
This morning started with a rude awakening.
Fabric covers my eyes suddenly, and I wake in a panic. “What the—”
“Get up. It’s time to get ready,” Caleb says sternly.
My hands frantically remove the dress he just tossed on my face.
I guess he’s back to being cold again.I need a thermometer to gauge what version of him I’m going to get.
“Ready for what?” I look at the time. “It’s eight in the morning on a Sunday. What could possibly be so important?”
“Church.”
“Church? You’ve never brought me before.”
“Well, I wasn’t being forced to integrate you into pack life before now, was I?”
He nods at the dress. “Come on, get dressed. Jemma is expecting us, and I don’t want to be late. She doesnottake kindly to tardiness, and you donotwant to get on her bad side—trust me.”
I hold out the dress to get a better look at it. It’s a flowery, multi-colored sundress with butterfly sleeves and a conservative V-neck.
I quickly shower, and when I return, Caleb is a sight anyone would drool over. He’s wearing khaki-colored trousers hanging off his hips. Shirtless, his chiseled abs are on full display. Seeing that he is almost dressed, I hurry to get ready. “So, who is Jemma?”
“Jemma is a respected member of this pack. And starting next month, her home is likely to be where you’ll be staying for the duration of your probationary period.”
When Caleb said I’d be sleeping with him, I knew it was temporary. Still, I hoped it might work out well enough to stay. Now I’ve grown comfortable here.
You mean, you like being with Caleb,my wolf clarifies.
That part.
But all good things must come to an end.
“What’s she like?”
“Bossy but respected. She’s everybody’s, and nobody’s mom. She’s your elder to respect... Matter of fact,” He pauses and points a finger at me. “Don’t tell her I called her an elder.” He resumes steaming his pastel blue button down. “She’d kick my ass.”
I giggle. “I like this Jemma already.”
I go to put on the same shoes Taya let me borrow. Simple flip flops to help me get around, when Caleb says, “No, no, no. You can’t wear those.”
“I don’t have anything else.”
He fishes a box out of his closet and hands it to me. “I had one of the maids pick you up something.”
I lift the lid to find nude heels wrapped in tissue paper. I pull them out, and they fit perfectly. “How did they know my size?”
“You think I’d have you sleep next to me and not know everything about you? I know every curve. Every freckle. Every strand of hair. You couldn’t hide from me even if you wanted to.”
I shush my wolf before she can say it.
Why would we want to hide?
