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Amelia nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”
He sure hoped so.
Nothing would make him happier than fathering—and raising—a child with Amelia Sunderland. His mate. His love. His everything.
EIGHT
AMELIA
As it turned out, finding a mall in Paris was impossible. She had to settle for a department store. Wilder offered to fly them somewhere else. Somewhere there would be a mall.
“It’s not the mall, exactly,” she explained. “I just didn’t want to buy overly expensive clothes. Greg always wanted me to wear designer labels. Do you know the shit you have to do—the things you can’teatwhen you’re always trying to fit into designer clothes?”
Wilder’s jaw clenched. “No.”
“Well, I haven’t had carbs or sweets in years because Greg wanted me to be a certain size.”
“That fucking prick. That’s abuse—” He stopped short.
“I know,” she whispered. “I know. He even had me dye my hair blonde. He wanted me to be something completely different than what I was.”
“Then why be with you at all?”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t about me. Not really. It wasn’t even about what I looked like. It was all about control. The more he took from me, the more he decided what I wore, what I looked like, what I ate, the less I could think for myself. The more powerful he felt.”
He nodded. He understood. He knew this. She could tell when his eyes darkened. But still, he let her talk. Wilder Wolverton let her spew out everything because he knew it was helping her to release herself from the past.
“I really hate him,” she said.
“I really hate him, too. Men like that are fit to only eat shit. They should be erased from the world.”
“Yeah.”
Amelia took a pair of joggers from a display. The gray material was thick, and it was made to be worn baggy. She picked the bigger size despite this. She did the same with every piece of clothing she took to the changing room. Everything was at least one or two sizes larger.
There was a reason too.
“You do know that all your new clothes will be way too big on you, right?” he said after Amelia had modeled a few outfits for him in the changing room.
She shrugged. “Only for now. I plan to fill these out in no time at all.”
Wilder laughed, his beautiful gold eyes sparking with light. When he came alive like that, it was difficult for Amelia to ignore the zing of attraction she felt for the wolf shifter.
It was insane, of course.
She had just left an abusive relationship that she hadn’t even wanted to be in. How could she be entertaining the thought of being with Wilder?
“Anyway,” she said, tugging at the oversized tee shirt she was definitely buying. “I don’t like all the tight clothes he made me wear. I’m more of a leisure person than he ever wanted me to be.”
Wilder pulled out his phone and typed away on it. “If you want to fill out those clothes, I know exactly where I need to take you for lunch.”
Her jaw dropped down. No man had ever before said something like that to her. Here she was planning on gaining a good twenty pounds, and instead of being scandalized and convincing her that she was fit and should keep her figure, Wilder was down with her plan.
“Where are you taking me?”
“There’s a pastry place not too far from here. I know the chef really well. We did some protection work for him in the past. He makes the best desserts in the whole world.”
“Desserts?” she asked, her stomach growling with anticipation.
