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“I didn’t realize there was such a difference.”
“Just in the way they are turned, not in the commitment of the bond.” Lucas leans over the counter and sneaks a finger into the pan of meat.
“Can someone be marked at different times? Or does it have to be all at once?”
“It’s preferable to have the marks given simultaneously, but it can happen, only if all of the people involved are shifters. Marking a human mate has to be done at the same time; the bite induces the change. The shifter that marks the other takes the risk of not getting a mark back. They would be completely tied to them.” Logan grabs Lucas’s hand as he tried to taste the sauce.
“Does it scare you?” Las asks.
“Not necessarily,” I mumble. I dump the noodles into the meat sauce. “It doesn’t thrill me that it would be painful, but I think that’s expected.”
“We would hate to see you in pain,” Las rasps.
“I know.” I quickly plate the food. They stare at the plates for a minute and then turn their attention to me. “Eat up,” I encourage.
“Sit here,” Lucas gets up.
“I’m going to have to get another stool.” I want everyone to have a seat. I sit beside Logan. “I loved my grandmother more than anyone in my life,” I say quietly. “She wasn’t the best cook. But she knew a few dishes.” I drop my eyes from the intensity in their eyes. “She passed, but I know she would love the situation I’m in now. I’m sure she would give me all kinds of advice. She would definitely flirt with all of you and later ask me for the dirty details.” I look at each of them. “This was her recipe. She taught it to me. I wanted to share it with you.”
“Jesus, Sugar,” Logan growls. He wraps his palm around the back of my neck and pulls my head to his lips, kissing my forehead gently. “We are honored.”
“Thank you,” Lucas says seriously.
“We are grateful,” Las adds.
I blush. A vision of my grandmother's face flashes through my mind, her eyebrows wiggling.
Yes, she would have loved this.
Chapter Ten
Lucas
Islide behind Breeane as I put a plate away. I insisted that we help her clean up. She is a phenomenal woman and cook. The time we spent watching her make the meal will be one of the most memorable times of my life. That may seem silly to anyone else, but it reminded me of home and the nights we chatted with our mom while she made us supper. Breeane’s gentleness, the sound of her husky voice explaining her love for the act, was such a turn-on for our bodies and senses.
My day started with a difficult conversation with my brothers, which I am aware is far from over since Las informed Logan of my fights. It kills me that Logan had to go through that. I will always admire his strength. I look up to him—I have my whole life. I want us to get back to the easy and loving relationship we had growing up. This morning was the first step in that direction. I want nothing more than to come together so we can care for and love our mate properly, both physically and mentally.
I love everything I have learned about her. There is more that she hasn’t said; I hear the pain behind her words.
I clench my jaw and close my eyes when her hair brushes over my chest as she moves around me. She is testing my control. Her gorgeous body is so fucking tempting. Her scent has wrapped around us, binding our animals to her.
As I focus back on the room, I meet Logan’s eyes. He feels it, too.
I hold his gaze. “Breeane, you should sit. You’ve done so much already.”
“It’s almost done. I can’t leave a dirty kitchen,” she insists while wiping the counter.
I put the last plate in the cupboard. “Brothers, do you think we should reward her?” I ask.
“I think we should,” Logan agrees. Las looks between us and nods.
“What do you mean?” she asks, stopping the motion of the rag.
“Every time you cook for us, we should reward you.” I smile slowly.
“What kind of reward?” she asks, clearly interested, judging by the sweet scent emanating from her.
“What do you think, brothers?” I raise an eyebrow.
