Atleasttwoloaves
Liv
Three
Beck
I don’t think he’s awake yet
Noa
It’s eleven
Able
And?
Elliott
I’m up
Noa
Bread?
Liv
Bread?
Beck
Are you even coming to the party?
Elliott
Yeah
I’ll bring bread
Excited for dinner at Northop House, he tossed his phone on the bed and swung into his closet to pick out an outfit for the day and another for the party.
Elliott froze in the doorway. What the fuck? He was never excited to go socialize. It had to be the weather. He’d had potential mates before. It wasn’t that; it definitely wasn’t Fern.
His bear snorted happily, wiggling his rump and pouncing playfully inside of Fitz. That fool.
Potential mates or not, Elliott had no interest in upheaving his sanctuary, especially not with an ultra-chatty human who didn’t know shit about shifters. He’d go to the party because it was the right thing to do. Not because he wanted to. Because hedidn’twant to. He hated socializing.
In Saturday’s first outfit, an old Creedence Clearwater Revival T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that had seen better days, he headed into his kitchen to get started on the requested bread. When four loaves were proofing—three for his friends and one for home—he cleaned his hands enough to check his phone.
Liv
Changed my mind. Bring housewarming gifts for Fern. Her mom’s got her down, and she needs our support
Noa and Able had already liked the message.
What did Fern’s mom do? He wished someone had asked Liv to elaborate on that. Maybe he could find out later. And ofcoursehe’d bring a housewarming gift. He wasn’t heartless. The pipe he planned to give her could work, but he’d probably think of something better.
Moving to a new town must have been difficult. He couldn’t imagine taking that risk. His sister, Danielle, met a potential mate in a different town and left for Poplar Pond some seven years back. His parents followed five years ago to be near their first grandbaby. Elliott didn’t fault them for going, and they were only a three-hour drive away, but he had no intention of leaving Beckett Falls.
