“Oh myGoddess,”Ibreathed.
His whole face lit up.
“Good?”
“Good?”Itook another bite.“KorwynJamison, if thisAlphaPackLeaderthing doesn’t work out, you could open a restaurant.”
He laughed.
“Best complimentI’vegotten all week.”
“Well, it’s true.”Ipointed my fork at him.“You’redangerously talented.”
“Dangerously?How?”he wanted to know.
“Any male who looks like you and cooks like this and does…the kinds of things you did to me last night is a threat to all womankind.”
My cheeks got red asIsaid it, butIwas smiling too—blushing with happiness at all the pleasure he’d given me in the short amount of time he’d been in my life.
His grin widened.
“Good thingIonly have eyes for one woman then.”
My fork paused halfway to my mouth and for a moment neither of us spoke.
ThenKorsmiled softly.
“Eat your waffles, sweetheart.”
And somehow, that simple endearment made my heart feel so fullIthought it might burst.
TWENTY-SEVEN
KOR
I couldn’t stop looking at her.
Vivienne was sitting across from me at the kitchen island, sunlight pouring through the windows behind her.Herdark hair was loose around her shoulders, and she was smiling as she ate the wafflesI’dmade her.Everynow and then she would close her eyes and make a little sound of pleasure when she took a bite of the strawberry sauce or the whipped cream.
It should have been ridiculous how muchIenjoyed watching her eat breakfast, but it felt like one of the best mornings of my life.
Which sounds extreme,Iknow.Imean,Ihad just met her not two days ago.Butsomehow being with her just felt incrediblyright.
I suppose that thought should have alarmed me—instead, it made me strangely happy.Forthe first time in my life,Ifelt likeIwas exactly whereIbelonged.Thatdoesn’t make sense,Isuppose, butIwas too happy to care.
I took a sip of coffee and studied her over the rim of my mug.Shewas beautiful—there was no point pretending otherwise.Butit wasn’t just her looks that kept drawing my attention.Itwas the way she laughed…the way she blushed whenIcomplimented her…the way she looked at me as though she still couldn't quite believeIwanted to be here with her.
When she looked at me like that, it made my heart fist in my chest.
She’d spent twenty years with a male who had convinced her she wasn't enough.Notpretty enough…not desirable enough…not fertile enough.He’dtied her whole self-worth up in her ability to have children but there was so much more to her—so much more than anyone knew, including me.ButIwanted to find it out—all of it.Iwanted to know all aboutVivienne.
Every dayIspent with her,Ibecame more convinced thatCarterJamisonhad been the biggest fool who ever lived.He’ddiscounted her intelligence and beauty and her genuinely kind heart because all he cared about was what she could do for him—what she could give him.Andwhen she couldn’t give him what he wanted, he made her feel worthless.
ButViviennewasn't lacking—she had simply been given to the wrong male.
The thought came so naturally that it startled me, mainly because it felt so true.
I looked down at my coffee, frowning.Whatthe hell was happening to me?WhywasIfeeling like this?
