around.
Laundry, done . He eyed the kitchen. It took him fifteen minutes to rinse and load the dishes into the dishwasher. The detergent was almost empty. Since he couldn’t remember ever purchasing any, his mother must have stocked it for him.
Grunting, he got the dishwasher started before digging through the drawers for a pad and pen. Locating them in a drawer stuffed full of bits of wire, tools, and random pieces of mail, he set them on the counter. Adding several items to his makeshift shopping list, he left it on the counter so Shiloh could add her items to it as well.
Girls needed stuff, right?
Laundry, done. Dishes, done. Kitchen, sort of cleaned . He checked the living room. She’d been irritated at the coffee table, so he went through the magazines and tossed most into the trashcan. He’d haul it down to the big cans in the morning. Satisfied she could tolerate the space, he checked on her then headed into the bathroom. One long, hot shower later, he used the only towel left to dry off and hung it back where he found it, then padded into the bedroom.
Crawling between the sheets, he settled on his back. Shiloh’s sweet scent tickled his nostrils and her soft breathing accompanying the thunder lulled him. Yawning, he relaxed and let his eyes fall closed. No sooner did he feel as though he dropped into sleep than a vibrating noise woke him.
It felt as though he’d blinked, but his bed partner lay plastered to his side and her warm breath teased his skin. His cock woke even swifter than he did at the feminine softness pressed against him. Damn, too bad she was dressed. The lust-filled thought drove away the last vestiges of sleep. His phone vibrated on the night table and he wanted to swear. Easing Shiloh away from him, he stretched over her and claimed his phone.
Power out in Hokanan.
Son of a bitch . Hokanan was an hour away on a good day, a small little ‘burb of mostly houses and a couple of community centers. It was also where a large number of the pack’s seniors lived, a quieter escape from the hubbub at the center of pack life. They enjoyed the relative peace and quiet away from the kids making all the noise and the changes. A little after three in the morning —he could get there, get the power back on and be home again before she woke.
It took him about five minutes to dress, get his shoes on and find his keys. In the kitchen, he made coffee to fill his thermos, then set it up to brew another pot at about six thirty. After jotting down a note so Shi would know where he went, he headed out. The overnight snow left another half a foot from the look of it, and it was raining with the snow.
Grimacing, he got the jeep started, fired off a text to let them know he was on his way before pulling out of the drive. The chains on the tires would help, but if the freezing rain left a layer of ice on everything, he would have more problems to fix. Normally, the weird hours didn’t bother him, but leaving a sleeping Shiloh alone in his bed?
Shi equals best friend. He shook his head, and his wolf clawed at him. Pretend lover. Real lover sounds better.
The heat flushing through him at the latter idea thawed the chill in his blood. He had no problem with the idea of making Shiloh his lover. They fit together. Their kiss? The one she didn’t want to talk about left him hungry for round two. Keeping his gaze on the road, he took a long drink of hot coffee. It didn’t do a damn thing to soothe the ache he could only label as Shi forming inside.
Stop being an idiot. She’ll be there when I get home. And if he brought her chocolate éclairs, so what? Friends took care of friends.
Chapter Four
T he hiss of the coffee maker woke her. Odd . Her bedroom was nowhere near the kitchen, so why could she hear… oh . Peeling her eyes open, she studied Matt’s bedroom. She was a lot closer than she remembered. Ugh . Scrubbing a hand over her face, she rose to a sitting position. Unlike her beer-earned hangover from
Laundry, done . He eyed the kitchen. It took him fifteen minutes to rinse and load the dishes into the dishwasher. The detergent was almost empty. Since he couldn’t remember ever purchasing any, his mother must have stocked it for him.
Grunting, he got the dishwasher started before digging through the drawers for a pad and pen. Locating them in a drawer stuffed full of bits of wire, tools, and random pieces of mail, he set them on the counter. Adding several items to his makeshift shopping list, he left it on the counter so Shiloh could add her items to it as well.
Girls needed stuff, right?
Laundry, done. Dishes, done. Kitchen, sort of cleaned . He checked the living room. She’d been irritated at the coffee table, so he went through the magazines and tossed most into the trashcan. He’d haul it down to the big cans in the morning. Satisfied she could tolerate the space, he checked on her then headed into the bathroom. One long, hot shower later, he used the only towel left to dry off and hung it back where he found it, then padded into the bedroom.
Crawling between the sheets, he settled on his back. Shiloh’s sweet scent tickled his nostrils and her soft breathing accompanying the thunder lulled him. Yawning, he relaxed and let his eyes fall closed. No sooner did he feel as though he dropped into sleep than a vibrating noise woke him.
It felt as though he’d blinked, but his bed partner lay plastered to his side and her warm breath teased his skin. His cock woke even swifter than he did at the feminine softness pressed against him. Damn, too bad she was dressed. The lust-filled thought drove away the last vestiges of sleep. His phone vibrated on the night table and he wanted to swear. Easing Shiloh away from him, he stretched over her and claimed his phone.
Power out in Hokanan.
Son of a bitch . Hokanan was an hour away on a good day, a small little ‘burb of mostly houses and a couple of community centers. It was also where a large number of the pack’s seniors lived, a quieter escape from the hubbub at the center of pack life. They enjoyed the relative peace and quiet away from the kids making all the noise and the changes. A little after three in the morning —he could get there, get the power back on and be home again before she woke.
It took him about five minutes to dress, get his shoes on and find his keys. In the kitchen, he made coffee to fill his thermos, then set it up to brew another pot at about six thirty. After jotting down a note so Shi would know where he went, he headed out. The overnight snow left another half a foot from the look of it, and it was raining with the snow.
Grimacing, he got the jeep started, fired off a text to let them know he was on his way before pulling out of the drive. The chains on the tires would help, but if the freezing rain left a layer of ice on everything, he would have more problems to fix. Normally, the weird hours didn’t bother him, but leaving a sleeping Shiloh alone in his bed?
Shi equals best friend. He shook his head, and his wolf clawed at him. Pretend lover. Real lover sounds better.
The heat flushing through him at the latter idea thawed the chill in his blood. He had no problem with the idea of making Shiloh his lover. They fit together. Their kiss? The one she didn’t want to talk about left him hungry for round two. Keeping his gaze on the road, he took a long drink of hot coffee. It didn’t do a damn thing to soothe the ache he could only label as Shi forming inside.
Stop being an idiot. She’ll be there when I get home. And if he brought her chocolate éclairs, so what? Friends took care of friends.
Chapter Four
T he hiss of the coffee maker woke her. Odd . Her bedroom was nowhere near the kitchen, so why could she hear… oh . Peeling her eyes open, she studied Matt’s bedroom. She was a lot closer than she remembered. Ugh . Scrubbing a hand over her face, she rose to a sitting position. Unlike her beer-earned hangover from
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