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“He’s . . . Asher’s father hasn’t been a part of our lives. He left before Asher was born, and I haven’t heard from him since.” I told no lies.
But I also didn’t tell the complete truth.
“He abandoned you?” he snarled.
If I’d said Asher’s father was dead, Gravor would express sympathy and let it go, but I still couldn’t outright lie. I’d have to tell him the truth eventually.
“He . . .” What should I say? “I don’t want to talk about him. Please.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s a sore subject for me, and I’d rather not get into it right now.” How was I going to tell him he was Asher’s dad? I might be taking on more here than I could handle.
Yet I still felt like I needed to help him.
“Let me show you where you’ll sleep,” I said. “It’s late. We can talk in the morning.” I started down the hall leading to the one bathroom and two bedrooms in my cozy cottage, but stopped halfway there, turning back to face him.
It was hard not to gape at his gorgeous body, but that would be impolite.
It wasn’t hard to remember what it felt like to be with him, him rising over me, taking me. We’d done it multiple times that night, and each time we came together, I felt as if whatever bond we were forming strengthened.
Had he gone out to get donuts and coffee, planning to return to me? All Kuunik told me was that the two of them were flying and someone shot his brother. He fell and Kuunik couldn’t find him. He’d looked for him for years. He’d bought the house their great-grandfather built, fixed it up, and moved here so he could be close to where he believed his brother died.
“I should’ve asked first,” I said, my voice thready. “Are you hungry?” I swallowed hard and kept my eyes locked on his.
He nodded. “Shifting gives me a voracious appetite.”
“Let me find something for you to wear then we can hit the fridge. I wouldn’t mind a snack myself. Then we, um, can go to bed.”
I had no clothing that would fit a male his size. We compromised by tying two of my long-sleeve shirts around his waist, one to cover his front, the other, his gorgeous ass.
He followed me into the kitchen, and I pulled lunch meat, cheese, condiments, and tortilla wraps out.
“Sandwiches okay?” I asked.
“Anything. Thanks.” He rounded the island to join me at the counter. “Let me help. I’m not completely useless.”
“I don’t imagine you’re useless at all. You . . . you said you burned the guys who hurt you.”
“Well, my dragon led the charge on that one. As for me?” He released a rueful chuckle. “I’m not sure I’m much good by myself.”
“That’s not true. Everyone has value.”
He nodded, but shadows lurked in his eyes.
“What did you do before you were captured? Did you work?”
He frowned. “I’d finished college. I remember that. I think . . .” His face cleared. “I do remember. A little, anyway. I’d just finished training with an elite chef in Paris. I did my formal training in New York prior to that.” Sucking in a breath, he pushed out a sigh of relief. “I think my memories are starting to come back.”
I did but didn’t want that to happen. I mean, I wanted him to remember everything. It wouldn’t be fair to wish for everything to remain blocked.
What would he say when he remembered what we’d shared together?
Chapter 6
Gravor
We ate sandwiches at the island, and I helped her wash and dry the dishes after, putting everything away. Then we went down the hall leading to the two bedrooms. In the bathroom, she laid a few things on the sink.
