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face. I’d thrash them, even though they’re older than me by decades.”
“And your dad?”
Some of the smile left Aidan’s face. “No, I don’t think the three of us could take him down even together. Our mother used to be the only one who can calm him, but it’s different now that she found her mate.”
Ever’s belly clenched weirdly on the word mate . “Wait, your parents weren’t, uh, together?”
Saying “mated” just felt weird.
Aidan shook his head. “They were together for nearly a century on and off but no, they weren’t true mates. There’s one person for everyone, one person that completes them, is like their other half.”
“Ah, the old Jerry McGuire ,” she said, punching his arm. “So, have you found yours yet?”
He looked at her, green eyes piercing for a moment, then back at the road. “There’s someone that may fit the bill, although I’m not sure yet if she knows it.”
Ever didn’t even know she was holding her breath until it came out with a whoosh. Something that had been tight in her belly loosened, and she laid a hand on his arm. “You’ll find them, don’t worry.”
His hand covered hers, calloused thumb caressing her wrist, and emotion inexplicably welled up inside Ever’s chest. She felt tears prick at her eyes and blinked rapidly, snatching her hand away. Everything in her cried out for his touch, to be loved by a man like this. Someone was going to be really lucky to get him, and Ever would probably hate her forever.
What the hell. Fucking PMS.
“So,” she said, trying to cover for her tiny outburst, “where to now?”
“Hopefully Mac’s finding something more useful than us, but I have one more idea to try.” He glanced her direction. “I hope you like dogs.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Hi, mom.”
Aidan’s mother looked up from her garden, shielding her eyes from the son. “Well, I’ll be,” she said, grinning up at Aidan. “Wonder upon wonders. My son actually comes to see me.”
The words were said without any rancor, and Aidan pulled the smaller woman up into a hug. It never ceased to amaze him just how tiny she felt in his arms, almost delicate. There was very little frail about Eleanor Landry, however, despite how she might look or act. Aidan had seen her fight; images like that stayed with a man.
“So what brings you out my way?” she asked, pulling back from the hug but keeping her arm around his waist.
“I was hoping I could talk to Derek, is he home?”
“Yes he’s inside, I can go get…” She trailed off, either her nose or eyes catching hint of Ever’s presence by the car. While she didn’t stiffen up or get angry, her gaze was level as she looked back at Aidan. “Is there something I should know about?”
“I need your help finding her sister.” Aidan beckoned Ever over, and his mother watched her approach. “Mom, this is Ever Jackson. Ever, this is my mother Eleanor Landry.”
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Ever said, the faintest hint of a Southern drawl on the words. They sounded rehearsed, as if she’d said that many times before in her life, and maybe she had. If she was nervous, it didn’t show, at least not outwardly.
Her smell, however, told a different story.
They shook hands, and Aidan saw his mother’s silent assessment of the human girl. She must have passed muster, because Eleanor nodded. “I’ll go find Derek and we can get to the bottom of this.” She looked sharply at Aidan. “And you and I have things to discuss.”
Ah, so she’d sensed the mating bond. He doubted it would get past her, but she’d want answers, most of which he didn’t know himself. But he nodded and watched her head towards the barn out back.
“So, now I’ve met both your parents. Must be getting serious between us.”
The words had been meant as a joke, but they rang with more than enough truth for Aidan. Ever’s cheeks colored under his gaze, and she made a point of
“And your dad?”
Some of the smile left Aidan’s face. “No, I don’t think the three of us could take him down even together. Our mother used to be the only one who can calm him, but it’s different now that she found her mate.”
Ever’s belly clenched weirdly on the word mate . “Wait, your parents weren’t, uh, together?”
Saying “mated” just felt weird.
Aidan shook his head. “They were together for nearly a century on and off but no, they weren’t true mates. There’s one person for everyone, one person that completes them, is like their other half.”
“Ah, the old Jerry McGuire ,” she said, punching his arm. “So, have you found yours yet?”
He looked at her, green eyes piercing for a moment, then back at the road. “There’s someone that may fit the bill, although I’m not sure yet if she knows it.”
Ever didn’t even know she was holding her breath until it came out with a whoosh. Something that had been tight in her belly loosened, and she laid a hand on his arm. “You’ll find them, don’t worry.”
His hand covered hers, calloused thumb caressing her wrist, and emotion inexplicably welled up inside Ever’s chest. She felt tears prick at her eyes and blinked rapidly, snatching her hand away. Everything in her cried out for his touch, to be loved by a man like this. Someone was going to be really lucky to get him, and Ever would probably hate her forever.
What the hell. Fucking PMS.
“So,” she said, trying to cover for her tiny outburst, “where to now?”
“Hopefully Mac’s finding something more useful than us, but I have one more idea to try.” He glanced her direction. “I hope you like dogs.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Hi, mom.”
Aidan’s mother looked up from her garden, shielding her eyes from the son. “Well, I’ll be,” she said, grinning up at Aidan. “Wonder upon wonders. My son actually comes to see me.”
The words were said without any rancor, and Aidan pulled the smaller woman up into a hug. It never ceased to amaze him just how tiny she felt in his arms, almost delicate. There was very little frail about Eleanor Landry, however, despite how she might look or act. Aidan had seen her fight; images like that stayed with a man.
“So what brings you out my way?” she asked, pulling back from the hug but keeping her arm around his waist.
“I was hoping I could talk to Derek, is he home?”
“Yes he’s inside, I can go get…” She trailed off, either her nose or eyes catching hint of Ever’s presence by the car. While she didn’t stiffen up or get angry, her gaze was level as she looked back at Aidan. “Is there something I should know about?”
“I need your help finding her sister.” Aidan beckoned Ever over, and his mother watched her approach. “Mom, this is Ever Jackson. Ever, this is my mother Eleanor Landry.”
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Ever said, the faintest hint of a Southern drawl on the words. They sounded rehearsed, as if she’d said that many times before in her life, and maybe she had. If she was nervous, it didn’t show, at least not outwardly.
Her smell, however, told a different story.
They shook hands, and Aidan saw his mother’s silent assessment of the human girl. She must have passed muster, because Eleanor nodded. “I’ll go find Derek and we can get to the bottom of this.” She looked sharply at Aidan. “And you and I have things to discuss.”
Ah, so she’d sensed the mating bond. He doubted it would get past her, but she’d want answers, most of which he didn’t know himself. But he nodded and watched her head towards the barn out back.
“So, now I’ve met both your parents. Must be getting serious between us.”
The words had been meant as a joke, but they rang with more than enough truth for Aidan. Ever’s cheeks colored under his gaze, and she made a point of
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