mouth was running into overdrive. “His parents know my dad and everyone seemed to assume that we’d hit it off together.”
“And did you?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be here now. With you.”
* * * *
Sasha took her to a quiet grassy area by the side of a large curving inlet, a short drive from the city. The sea was quiet today and the sheltered water calm and still; the only noise was bird song and the ever-present cicadas rasping in the trees. He snagged Megan’s hand as they walked away from the van, and the action felt very comfortable. His wolf felt so chilled out, it was practically asleep. “Where do you fancy?”
She pointed to an area of dappled sunlight. “It’s too hot to sit in the sun.” She’d already taken off her sandals and they dangled from her free hand.
“Good choice.” He dug into his backpack, produced a thin red blanket and with a flourish, laid it on the grass. “That’s the seating taken care of. Now for the feast.” Funds were low, but he’d been able to buy some crusty bread rolls, fresh ham and sliced cheese. With ripe peaches for dessert, it made an easy meal and he set it out carefully.
He turned to see her staring at the blanket, a curious look on her face. “This is weird,” she murmured. “Too weird.”
Sasha looked back at the picnic. Nope, it looked fine to him. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”
She glanced at the shoes in her hand and then back at the blanket. “I dreamed about you last night.” Her words were soft and Sasha smiled inside. Fuck yeah, he remembered that dream too. He wished the cab had taken just a little longer to get to her house. Hang on, what did she just say?
“I was sitting on the blanket. This blanket. My shoes were on the grass.” Huh ? She didn’t mean the dream about the club? He hastened to pay attention. “I don’t remember much more.” She hid a smile, her cheeks coloring as she looked at him. It seemed the quiet and demure Megan had hidden depths.
Sasha blew out a breath as he stared at her. God, he had to have her. And soon. He was half-hard just at her voice, but now thinking about her probably horny dream, his dick stiffened further. Thank heaven he wore loose fitting denims. He tried to ignore his hard-on and ask her a sensible question. “Do you, uh, have precognitive dreams often?”
She shrugged. “I have recurring dreams, but I’ve never had one that’s come true, not in so much detail.” Her free hand played with the ends of her hair and Sasha’s wolf whined. His beast needed to be closer, to touch her. Soon . He had another try at gathering his thoughts. Food. Serve the food.
“My beautiful wife-to-be. Lunch is served.” As a final touch, he’d made some lemonade using his mother’s recipe, and decanted it into a plastic water bottle. He unwrapped two glass tumblers and carefully poured some for her to try.
She sipped it cautiously. “It’s delicious. Did you make it?” He topped up her glass.
“I did. I’m not a complete imbecile in the kitchen.”
“Unlike my brothers. They’re useless with anything domestic.”
Sasha filled a bread roll for Megan and presented it to her. “My mother wanted to make sure we’d be capable of looking after ourselves when we left home. I’m no chef, but I can cook basic stuff, so I don’t have to rely on takeaways.”
“Just you and your sister? How old is she?”
“Tammy’s twenty-four, same as me. We’re twins.”
“Oh.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Alex and Hugh are twins too. They’re twenty-seven, four years older than me.” She nibbled on the sandwich. “Hugh is engaged to Sherron and house hunting, while Alex is in a long-term relationship with a model who works abroad a lot. When Nic’s on a shoot, he comes back home.”
“If your mother is anything like mine, she loves having her kids home.”
Megan paused and her smile drooped for a second. “She’s my stepmum. My real mother left when I was a baby.” She gave a
“And did you?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be here now. With you.”
* * * *
Sasha took her to a quiet grassy area by the side of a large curving inlet, a short drive from the city. The sea was quiet today and the sheltered water calm and still; the only noise was bird song and the ever-present cicadas rasping in the trees. He snagged Megan’s hand as they walked away from the van, and the action felt very comfortable. His wolf felt so chilled out, it was practically asleep. “Where do you fancy?”
She pointed to an area of dappled sunlight. “It’s too hot to sit in the sun.” She’d already taken off her sandals and they dangled from her free hand.
“Good choice.” He dug into his backpack, produced a thin red blanket and with a flourish, laid it on the grass. “That’s the seating taken care of. Now for the feast.” Funds were low, but he’d been able to buy some crusty bread rolls, fresh ham and sliced cheese. With ripe peaches for dessert, it made an easy meal and he set it out carefully.
He turned to see her staring at the blanket, a curious look on her face. “This is weird,” she murmured. “Too weird.”
Sasha looked back at the picnic. Nope, it looked fine to him. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”
She glanced at the shoes in her hand and then back at the blanket. “I dreamed about you last night.” Her words were soft and Sasha smiled inside. Fuck yeah, he remembered that dream too. He wished the cab had taken just a little longer to get to her house. Hang on, what did she just say?
“I was sitting on the blanket. This blanket. My shoes were on the grass.” Huh ? She didn’t mean the dream about the club? He hastened to pay attention. “I don’t remember much more.” She hid a smile, her cheeks coloring as she looked at him. It seemed the quiet and demure Megan had hidden depths.
Sasha blew out a breath as he stared at her. God, he had to have her. And soon. He was half-hard just at her voice, but now thinking about her probably horny dream, his dick stiffened further. Thank heaven he wore loose fitting denims. He tried to ignore his hard-on and ask her a sensible question. “Do you, uh, have precognitive dreams often?”
She shrugged. “I have recurring dreams, but I’ve never had one that’s come true, not in so much detail.” Her free hand played with the ends of her hair and Sasha’s wolf whined. His beast needed to be closer, to touch her. Soon . He had another try at gathering his thoughts. Food. Serve the food.
“My beautiful wife-to-be. Lunch is served.” As a final touch, he’d made some lemonade using his mother’s recipe, and decanted it into a plastic water bottle. He unwrapped two glass tumblers and carefully poured some for her to try.
She sipped it cautiously. “It’s delicious. Did you make it?” He topped up her glass.
“I did. I’m not a complete imbecile in the kitchen.”
“Unlike my brothers. They’re useless with anything domestic.”
Sasha filled a bread roll for Megan and presented it to her. “My mother wanted to make sure we’d be capable of looking after ourselves when we left home. I’m no chef, but I can cook basic stuff, so I don’t have to rely on takeaways.”
“Just you and your sister? How old is she?”
“Tammy’s twenty-four, same as me. We’re twins.”
“Oh.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Alex and Hugh are twins too. They’re twenty-seven, four years older than me.” She nibbled on the sandwich. “Hugh is engaged to Sherron and house hunting, while Alex is in a long-term relationship with a model who works abroad a lot. When Nic’s on a shoot, he comes back home.”
“If your mother is anything like mine, she loves having her kids home.”
Megan paused and her smile drooped for a second. “She’s my stepmum. My real mother left when I was a baby.” She gave a
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