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wants a girl in my condition—“
“That’s just it,” Austin says, grabbing one of my hands and squeezing it. “He knows about you and he doesn’t care. He’s ready to settle down and have a family. He’s forty and no mate. Nice guy. Stable job. Works in finance. Wants to buy a nice cabin with some land so his family can have their own running grounds. Private running grounds like we have at home. And you know the house is super crowded right now.”
It is. The Russell ranch normally holds all seven Russell cougars, but in the last year Jeremiah and Josh moved out with their mates, Bathsheba (Beau’s mate) moved in, Ellis’s mate Lily did, too… and so did twenty-three Primordials. Considering we only have five bathrooms, things get hectic at times. I’ve wondered how I’m going to handle having a baby at the house.
If I had a house of my own, maybe it wouldn’t be a problem.
But I can’t mate a guy just because I want a house. I shake my head. “Austin, I don’t know.” Forty just seems…so old. I’m in my early twenties.
“Just think about it, okay? He wants to meet the local shifters and run with us. If you don’t like him, we can tell him to buzz off. ”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him. I don’t want to think about it at all, but now I have to make decisions for the two in my stomach now, too.
* * *
I ’m still thinking about it a week later when I smell an unfamiliar were-cougar at the grocery store. He’s not Primordial - they have an unusual, earthy scent to them that can’t be replicated. This is definitely cougar. I sniff the air even as I pull the box of Frosted Flakes out of Eoghan’s hands and put it in the cart. “You can’t eat that until we pay for it.”
“That is a puny looking sabertooth,” he tells me with disgust.
“That’s Tony the Tiger,” I correct, and look around. I’ve lost a Primordial. “Where’s Galen?”
Eoghan shrugs and pulls another box of cereal off the shelf, running his tongue along the top of it. “Grazing, I think.”
“Oh no, no no no,” I mutter. “Stay here, okay? I’m going to go get him.” Grabbing my purse, I head for the produce. Sure enough, tall Galen is examining oranges and chewing on a cucumber. He’s got a sack of potatoes under one arm and I can see spilled fruit all over the floor of the produce section. An employee glares nearby and a shocked soccer mom pushes her cart away from the tall man as quickly as she can.
Just what I needed.
“Galen, sweetie,” I say, grabbing his arm. “You can’t eat things until you buy them.” I put the potatoes back on the nearest counter. “And you should wash all fruits and vegetables before eating them.”
“Why?” He asks, and takes another hearty bite of his cucumber.
“Because they might be dirty.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Why?”
“Because no one cleaned them before sending them to the store.”
“Why?”
Oh my god, I’m not cut out to be a mother, because right now I want to punch a Primordial. I snatch the cucumber out of his grip and take his hand, dragging him back toward my abandoned shopping cart and Eoghan. At least the meat-eaters don’t rip into the packages. The vegetarian Primordials are more laid back - and have a harder time grasping the rules.
Before I can make it back to Eoghan, I turn the corner and nearly run into someone else’s shopping cart. “Excuse me,” I say quickly. “I—“ The scent of cougar touches my nose again and I stop in surprise, getting a good look at the man I nearly ran down.
“Hi there,” the man says with a smile. “You must be Savannah.”
I must? Then again, there probably aren’t a lot of pregnant female were-cougars running around the area. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one. “Hi,” I say, flustered. I smooth my free hand through my hair and then offer it to him. “I am. Savannah Russell, that is. And you are…”
“Craig Sorkin,” he says, taking my hand in his.
I
“That’s just it,” Austin says, grabbing one of my hands and squeezing it. “He knows about you and he doesn’t care. He’s ready to settle down and have a family. He’s forty and no mate. Nice guy. Stable job. Works in finance. Wants to buy a nice cabin with some land so his family can have their own running grounds. Private running grounds like we have at home. And you know the house is super crowded right now.”
It is. The Russell ranch normally holds all seven Russell cougars, but in the last year Jeremiah and Josh moved out with their mates, Bathsheba (Beau’s mate) moved in, Ellis’s mate Lily did, too… and so did twenty-three Primordials. Considering we only have five bathrooms, things get hectic at times. I’ve wondered how I’m going to handle having a baby at the house.
If I had a house of my own, maybe it wouldn’t be a problem.
But I can’t mate a guy just because I want a house. I shake my head. “Austin, I don’t know.” Forty just seems…so old. I’m in my early twenties.
“Just think about it, okay? He wants to meet the local shifters and run with us. If you don’t like him, we can tell him to buzz off. ”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him. I don’t want to think about it at all, but now I have to make decisions for the two in my stomach now, too.
* * *
I ’m still thinking about it a week later when I smell an unfamiliar were-cougar at the grocery store. He’s not Primordial - they have an unusual, earthy scent to them that can’t be replicated. This is definitely cougar. I sniff the air even as I pull the box of Frosted Flakes out of Eoghan’s hands and put it in the cart. “You can’t eat that until we pay for it.”
“That is a puny looking sabertooth,” he tells me with disgust.
“That’s Tony the Tiger,” I correct, and look around. I’ve lost a Primordial. “Where’s Galen?”
Eoghan shrugs and pulls another box of cereal off the shelf, running his tongue along the top of it. “Grazing, I think.”
“Oh no, no no no,” I mutter. “Stay here, okay? I’m going to go get him.” Grabbing my purse, I head for the produce. Sure enough, tall Galen is examining oranges and chewing on a cucumber. He’s got a sack of potatoes under one arm and I can see spilled fruit all over the floor of the produce section. An employee glares nearby and a shocked soccer mom pushes her cart away from the tall man as quickly as she can.
Just what I needed.
“Galen, sweetie,” I say, grabbing his arm. “You can’t eat things until you buy them.” I put the potatoes back on the nearest counter. “And you should wash all fruits and vegetables before eating them.”
“Why?” He asks, and takes another hearty bite of his cucumber.
“Because they might be dirty.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Why?”
“Because no one cleaned them before sending them to the store.”
“Why?”
Oh my god, I’m not cut out to be a mother, because right now I want to punch a Primordial. I snatch the cucumber out of his grip and take his hand, dragging him back toward my abandoned shopping cart and Eoghan. At least the meat-eaters don’t rip into the packages. The vegetarian Primordials are more laid back - and have a harder time grasping the rules.
Before I can make it back to Eoghan, I turn the corner and nearly run into someone else’s shopping cart. “Excuse me,” I say quickly. “I—“ The scent of cougar touches my nose again and I stop in surprise, getting a good look at the man I nearly ran down.
“Hi there,” the man says with a smile. “You must be Savannah.”
I must? Then again, there probably aren’t a lot of pregnant female were-cougars running around the area. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one. “Hi,” I say, flustered. I smooth my free hand through my hair and then offer it to him. “I am. Savannah Russell, that is. And you are…”
“Craig Sorkin,” he says, taking my hand in his.
I
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