Page 79 of Knot What I Expected

Hot.

Direct.

My breath catches.

“Does she?”

Something about the way he says it makes my skin warm.

It’s a cookie, Gabriella. Get a freaking grip.

“Apparently, I do,” I mutter.

Havoc orders all three.

Of course he does.

And somehow—I'm honestly still not sure how it happens—five minutes later I’m sitting at a tiny mall table across from the most annoying Werewolf on the planet while my son happily breaks pieces off three enormous cookies.

Havoc takes a bite of chocolate chip. Matteo watches him.

“Is it yummy?”

Havoc chews.

“Pretty damn⁠—”

His eyes flick toward me.

“Um, I mean yeah, it’s pretty yummy.”

I bite my lip.

Did Rowan freaking Cross just censor himself for my kid?

Something warm unfurls inside my chest.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Matteo points at his tattoos.

“Do you have lots of those?”

“Yeah.”

“Did they hurt?”

“Some of them.”

“Are you a firefighter?”

Havoc looks at me.

I didn't tell Matteo that. Then again, Ember Hollow is small. Everybody knows the A-Feral crew.

“Yeah, I am.”