I blink back tears, feeling the love for this man like a fluffy blanket on a cold winter’s evening. “I understand,” I croak, and he releases me, spinning me to face him and kisses me again.
“Come on,” he says gently. “Let me get you clean before I dirty you up again.”
Mothers are ever resourceful and always prepared, which is why I thought enough to grab the snacks I had secretlystashed in my wardrobe before we left the house. Harry and I sit on the ridiculously comfy bed in the hotel robes munching on party food, damp from a very long and hot shower—and not just the water. I swig on a bottle of sports drink, you know, for the electrolytes and dig in for another cheese straw.
“I can’t remember the last time we did this,” Harry says, looking around at the small banquet laid out on the bed around us.
I frown down at the food. “I don’t think we’ve ever got a hotel room to escape our kids and bone.”
He laughs. “I mean just being together without the kids, eating junk, and talking without a book or TV between us. It’s nice.”
My lips tip up in an indulgent smile. “It is.”
“Speaking of books…” I blush at the salacious smirk he gives me. “What are you reading right now?”
Honestly, the heat in my cheeks could toast marshmallows. “Oh, um...”
“Lisa,” he says in a warning tone, but his amusement shines through. “Tell me.”
“How many of my books have you read?” I ask him instead.
He thinks for a moment. “Probably about seven, why?”
“Any, um, paranormal ones?”
He frowns. “Like ghosts?”
I shrug. “More like werewolves.”
He looks at me like I’ve said something stupid. “Werewolves aren’t real.”
“Oh, but ghosts are?”
“Hey.” He points an accusing finger at me. “You know that B&B in the lake district we stayed in that one time was haunted.”
I roll my eyes with love. “You’re ridiculous.”
He blinks at me. “So, you get off to dogs?”
I give him the unimpressed glare that statement deserves. “No. Perfecthumanforms that shift into beasts.”
“I see,” he says sceptically. “And what exactly is it about these beasts that turn you on,wife?”
“They’re fast and strong—”
“I’m fast and strong,” he grumbles.
“They’re domineering and protective and…growly.”
“Growly?”
“Yeah.” I bite down on my lip.
“Damn, alright.” He nods looking at where my teeth dig into my flesh with keen interest.
“What can I say, I like an alpha.” I smirk.
“I’m an alpha,” he says almost as an automatic response. I raise a brow at him, and he has the sense to look at little embarrassed. “Don’t tell Jake I said that.”
