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He laughed again before taking another sip of his coffee. “Moan away.” It was his turn to blush. He cleared his throat and looked away from her.
Amelia tried to pretend that his words weren’t loaded with sexual tension, but the flutter in her belly was too much for her to ignore. She bit into the eclair and told herself that carbs and sugar were the only things she needed now that she was finally free.
NINE
WILDER
Sitting across from Amelia as she ate her desserts, Wilder sipped his coffee. By the time he was on his third cup, his legs and hands shook.
It’s only the caffeine, he repeated to himself over and over.Nothing more than a surplus of coffee making its way through my veins. It’s got nothing to do with my mate who is sitting here, calmly and perfectly. Not. A. Thing.
“I don’t think I can eat another bite,” Amelia announced, leaning back in her chair. There were still a few tasty pastries on the silver platter, each with a bite or two taken out of them. Amelia had sampled every one.
It made him smile.
She was flushed, and her dark eyes were lighter. Even her shoulders seemed to be carrying less tension than a few mere hours ago.
“We’ll take them to go,” he said.
“Oh, we don’t need to do that.”
“Sure we do.”
Amelia blushed deeper. “I feel so bad. I ate all of ’em and didn’t even let you take a single one.”
He chuckled. “I’m not much of a sweet tooth. My idea of a treat is a bit bloodier.”
She aimed a frown at him. “Bloodier?”
He grinned. “It’s the shifter in me. What I like most of all is a nice steak. A rare filet mignon. If I really want to treat myself, I find the nearest veal parmesan. Nowthere’sa treat.”
Amelia giggled and rolled her eyes in what he could only see as a teasing way. “Meat. Of course, a wolf shifter would think ofmeatas a treat.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I also love a good bottle of red.”
She pulled a face. “Wine? Red wine? I’ve never liked it much.”
“It can be an acquired taste, but there is nothing like a good sangria on the terrace as the sun goes down.”
Amelia smiled. “Every time I think you’re the hardened CEO shifter without a single chink in your armor, you say something likethat.”
He frowned. “Like what?”
“I don’t know many men who would admit that they enjoy a sangria.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Isn’t it a girly drink? All that fruit?”
He shook his head. “Maybe one day I’ll make you a pitcher of my sangria, and then you can tell me if it’s a girly drink.”
She leaned closer to him, over the table, and held out her hand. “Deal.”
He clasped her hand in his. “Deal,” he repeated. The word tumbled out of him with rough edges. Every time he touched Amelia, his spine tingled and his mind filled with the howls of his wolf. He didn’t let go of her hand but brushed her fingers with his. The tingles continued to grip his spine, and his groin tightened with desire. “Amelia,” he whispered roughly.
“Yes, Wilder?”
“Is there anything else you need to shop for?”
