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Lyra frowned as she flipped a few pancakes.
“No, he’s sleeping in a bit. Work has been hectic for him this week.”
“I see.”
Karen, of course, wasn't aware of the bear council debacle and had been told that Lyra’s kidnapping was an entire misunderstanding. Lyra knew that she would have to eventually explain shifters, given the fact that she wanted to spend her life with a man whose daughter would soon gain her own shifting skills.
“Were you looking to talk to him?” Lyra asked in a spritely voice.
“I wanted to ask him a serious question,” Karen said, measuring out a dramatic pause.
Lyra felt a bemused smile growing on her lips as she flopped the pancakes onto a plate, then rolled around the sausages on the pan so they hissed sharply.
“Can I hear this question too?” Lyra replied.
“I wanted to ask him when he was going to make an honest woman out of you.”
Lyra had to stifle a childlike eruption of laughter. The sausages seared on the pan, concealing a few intakes of breath that she couldn’t hold in.
“What is this, the 1950s?” Lyra jested. “That’s not entirely necessary, do you think?”
“Hmm.” Her mother made a noise as opposed to forming a word. “I want to know what he is thinking. I want to know his intentions for my daughter.”
Lyra was glad she wasn’t face to face because there was no way she would have been able to hide her expression of irritation. She rolled her eyes as she placed two sets of sausages on Timber’s and her plates, hearing Marigold babbling happily behind her.
“Well, I’ll be sure to let him know you called,” Lyra said, trying to sound cheerful.
“I also think Marigold needs a baby brother or sister once you are both married, of course."
“Jesus Christ,” Lyra muttered to herself.
“What was that?”
“I will talk to him when he’s awake, Mom. I appreciate your call. We’re about to have breakfast, so can I talk to you later?”
Her mother made what was akin to human growling, then hung up the phone after mumbling something about loving her. Lyra had begun to imitate her mother’s grumbling when she turned, holding both plates of food in her hands.
Her face ran hot and red when she saw that Timber was sitting there, playing with his daughter in her high chair. He had a knowing smirk on his face.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
“How long have you been sitting there?” Lyra said, nearly dropping the plates.
“Long enough.”
Timber rose to his feet, the same teasing, sexy smirk on his face. He took the plates from her hand and set them on the table before pulling her aggressively into his arms. She gasped, their pelvises lined up and subtly grinding.
She loved it when he did that to her. It made her feel desired, even when she had her hair tied up in a bun and was only wearing her robe and slippers.
Timber cocked an eyebrow and whispered into the shell of her ear, flushing out goosebumps over her skin.
“Do you want to be made an honest woman?”
Chills ran like a tidal wave up Lyra’s spine. She rubbed her cheek against his and gave him an equally sultry whisper back.
“Is this you proposing?”
Timber didn’t say anything. He merely pressed his lips against hers, slipping in some naughty tongue before Marigold began to complain about their PDA.
