barked out, “Didn’t we talk about you not running off alone? It’s not safe.”
“I’m running behind the cabins down to the lake on Cage’s side. And besides, this was just sex, right? No biting, remember? I don’t belong to you. I’m free to do what I want. You want to change that, you know the choice you have to make,” she said, turning and letting her cat shift out and took off at a run before he had a chance to respond.
Watching her cat run away, his bear was chuffing at him to follow her. Chase her down, make her listen to reason. But he knew he wasn’t good enough for her. Couldn’t give her what she deserved. Even if it was all he seemed to want now. One taste, one tiny taste and he was lost.
Chapter 10
The following morning, Conner woke more conflicted than ever. His bear was so loud, there was no way for Conner to drown him out. He wanted his mate and wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Deciding that maybe if he just was near her, it would quiet the bossy bear, he dressed and headed over to his parents’ cabin.
He walked in and found his mom in the kitchen alone.
“Where is everyone?”
“Your dad and Dax headed out to the camp early this morning,” his mom answered, not looking up at him.
He waited for her to fill him on the rest of the houseguests’ whereabouts. When she didn’t, he sat down on the bar stool at the counter and waited.
She finally looked up. “Have you eaten?”
“That’s it? Have I eaten? No mom, haven’t had breakfast yet. Where is everyone else,” he pressed.
“Well, Wyatt drove Jinger to work and he was planning to head straight out to the cut. Sophie is in the mess hall as usual,” she said, moving back to the stove. She cracked some eggs into a skillet and turned to open the fridge.
“Mom,” he called out.
“Yes, dear?” she replied, her head still in the fridge.
“Where is she,” he pushed.
“Who, dear?”
“You know who, mom. Where is she?”
“I’m guessing you mean the mate you don’t want? That she ?” Connie replied, standing up to glare at him.
Shit, his mom mad at him was not a good thing. His mom had tricks that would put a medieval torturer to shame. She didn’t need knives to cut deep.
“Yes, is she here?”
“No,” she said, turning back to the stove.
Dropping his head to the counter, he started banging it on the surface. “Mom, seriously, I need to talk to her.”
“Well, she didn’t stay here last night, so her exact whereabouts are a mystery to me.”
Lifting his head off the counter he shouted, “What the fuck do you mean she didn’t stay here last night?”
His mother slowly turned around to face him, her bear shining brightly in her eyes. “Conner Leslie Rochon, did you just swear at me?”
Fuck him. “Mom I’m sorry, this isn’t easy on me. Believe me I wish it was, but I’m trying to figure this out.”
Looking at him and seeing the tired circles under his eyes, his mother decided to take pity on him. “She said she couldn’t stay here last night, it was too close to your cabin and it upset her cat. Your dad and Dax drove her to the motel and checked her in for the night.”
Starting to jump out of his seat, his mom grabbed his hand. “Sit, eat, calm down, and then go to her.”
His mom was always right. Returning to his seat he let out a long sigh.
“Mom, sorry about earlier,” he finally said, chagrined at cursing at his mom.
“I know sweetie, you boys can’t think straight when your pricks are involved,” she muttered, flipping the eggs in the frying pan.
Conner let his head drop back to the counter. His mom, never a dull moment.
* * * * *
After breakfast, Conner forced himself to drive the speed limit to the motel. It was mid-morning and he hoped Mackenzie hadn’t decided to leave. Parking in front of the room number his mom gave him, he took another moment.
What the hell did he want? Was he here to just check on her safety? Yes, that was high up there he thought.
“I’m running behind the cabins down to the lake on Cage’s side. And besides, this was just sex, right? No biting, remember? I don’t belong to you. I’m free to do what I want. You want to change that, you know the choice you have to make,” she said, turning and letting her cat shift out and took off at a run before he had a chance to respond.
Watching her cat run away, his bear was chuffing at him to follow her. Chase her down, make her listen to reason. But he knew he wasn’t good enough for her. Couldn’t give her what she deserved. Even if it was all he seemed to want now. One taste, one tiny taste and he was lost.
Chapter 10
The following morning, Conner woke more conflicted than ever. His bear was so loud, there was no way for Conner to drown him out. He wanted his mate and wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Deciding that maybe if he just was near her, it would quiet the bossy bear, he dressed and headed over to his parents’ cabin.
He walked in and found his mom in the kitchen alone.
“Where is everyone?”
“Your dad and Dax headed out to the camp early this morning,” his mom answered, not looking up at him.
He waited for her to fill him on the rest of the houseguests’ whereabouts. When she didn’t, he sat down on the bar stool at the counter and waited.
She finally looked up. “Have you eaten?”
“That’s it? Have I eaten? No mom, haven’t had breakfast yet. Where is everyone else,” he pressed.
“Well, Wyatt drove Jinger to work and he was planning to head straight out to the cut. Sophie is in the mess hall as usual,” she said, moving back to the stove. She cracked some eggs into a skillet and turned to open the fridge.
“Mom,” he called out.
“Yes, dear?” she replied, her head still in the fridge.
“Where is she,” he pushed.
“Who, dear?”
“You know who, mom. Where is she?”
“I’m guessing you mean the mate you don’t want? That she ?” Connie replied, standing up to glare at him.
Shit, his mom mad at him was not a good thing. His mom had tricks that would put a medieval torturer to shame. She didn’t need knives to cut deep.
“Yes, is she here?”
“No,” she said, turning back to the stove.
Dropping his head to the counter, he started banging it on the surface. “Mom, seriously, I need to talk to her.”
“Well, she didn’t stay here last night, so her exact whereabouts are a mystery to me.”
Lifting his head off the counter he shouted, “What the fuck do you mean she didn’t stay here last night?”
His mother slowly turned around to face him, her bear shining brightly in her eyes. “Conner Leslie Rochon, did you just swear at me?”
Fuck him. “Mom I’m sorry, this isn’t easy on me. Believe me I wish it was, but I’m trying to figure this out.”
Looking at him and seeing the tired circles under his eyes, his mother decided to take pity on him. “She said she couldn’t stay here last night, it was too close to your cabin and it upset her cat. Your dad and Dax drove her to the motel and checked her in for the night.”
Starting to jump out of his seat, his mom grabbed his hand. “Sit, eat, calm down, and then go to her.”
His mom was always right. Returning to his seat he let out a long sigh.
“Mom, sorry about earlier,” he finally said, chagrined at cursing at his mom.
“I know sweetie, you boys can’t think straight when your pricks are involved,” she muttered, flipping the eggs in the frying pan.
Conner let his head drop back to the counter. His mom, never a dull moment.
* * * * *
After breakfast, Conner forced himself to drive the speed limit to the motel. It was mid-morning and he hoped Mackenzie hadn’t decided to leave. Parking in front of the room number his mom gave him, he took another moment.
What the hell did he want? Was he here to just check on her safety? Yes, that was high up there he thought.
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