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“How are you so calm right now?”
“Oh, I’m far from calm,” I stated rubbing my chest. My heart was going bananas against my sternum. “I’ll need to take a jog later if you catch my meaning.”
Her lips parted, but she remained quiet when a small voice called out for me. With a quick nod, I gestured to the door. “Maybe we should just get back.”
“Right. Your alpha probably needs you. He might be drunk.”
‘That’s a fair point.”
She motioned for me to walk ahead of her and I didn’t argue. If I were alone in a basement with a stranger, I would want to keep an eye on him, too.
A stranger who kisses like the damn sting of a needle, I considered as I shuffled forward. Jesus, she can really make out. And she tastes like candy. I bet the rest of her is just as sweet.
As soon as she punched her code into the keypad, I swung open the door and stepped into the lobby area of the basement. I turned around to say something snappy to her, but she had fled to the other side of the range in just a few short seconds, her footsteps dissolving as space expanded between us.
My heart sank.
What the hell was I thinking with that kiss? She was part of Sasha’s family and that meant she was probably off-limits. One little hook-up would have been fine, but kissing like that would have gotten me into all kinds of trouble, and not the same kind that had produced a child.
I sighed as I ascended the stairs. Not that my kid is trouble. He’s great. He’s getting better at fighting. He’s a dedicated wolf. He’s—
“Dad?”
I smiled when Henry drifted out of one of the offices. “Hey, kiddo.”
“Where were you?”
“Downstairs with Charlotte. She was teaching me how to throw daggers.”
He chuckled. “Did you break anything?”
“You know, you talk a lot of crap for a kid who hasn’t even turned eight.”
“Dad,” he groaned with annoyance. “You never treat me like a kid.”
I nodded while resting my hand on his shoulder. “No, I treat you like my son. How about we go check on our alpha and make sure he isn’t getting into any fights?”
“Do I have to go back into the tavern?” he asked. “It’s so loud in there.”
“Your hearing is still fine-tuning itself. That’ll get better when you turn ten.”
His shoulders slumped as he sighed with defeat. “Wish it would get better now.”
“It takes time. You’re still growing, Henry. You’ll get there eventually.”
“When did you get there?”
Music and laughter floated through the tavern door, muffled by the wood. An array of scents wafted through the cracks and invited me to cringe, my nostrils flaring as I scented vampires—several of them. How the hell Sasha managed to stay calm and collected when such vicious creatures were within attack range was beyond me.
I offered my son a reassuring smile. “I think I was ten when all my senses finally settled.”
“Are you saying that just to make me feel better?”
“Is it working?”
He grinned bashfully and leaned into my side. “Yes, Dad.”
“Good man.” I patted his shoulder. “Let’s make sure Donovan isn’t three sheets to the wind, shall we?”
