Page 199 of Knot What I Expected

Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm already mentally calculating a commute from a cabin I don't live in.

But it really is doable.

Matteo could still go to school.

I could still work.

We could—stop.

Rowan hasn't asked me to move in. We had sex last night. One mating knot and suddenly I'm planning rural commuting logistics?

Get a grip, Gabriella.

“Hey.”

I jump slightly.

Rowan glances at me before returning his attention to the road.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“Oh, um... nothing.”

My cheeks heat instantly.

His eyes narrow. He knows I'm lying.

Shifters can sense that kind of thing. It’s in the body language. The scent.

Of course he can tell.

The bastard can probably smell embarrassment.

His hand squeezes mine.

“Nothing got you turning that pretty shade of pink?”

“Drive the truck, Rowan.”

“I am driving.”

“Then concentrate.”

“I can multitask.”

From the back seat, Matteo pipes up.

“Mommy was smiling.”

Traitor. Rowan's mouth curves.

“Was she?”

“Matteo.”

“What?” my son asks innocently. “You were.”

Rowan brings our joined hands toward him and brushes his mouth over my knuckles.