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This time, Wilder was the first one to run, and he ran right to her. He picked her up in his arms, and after crossing the length of the castle and a few spiral staircases, he dropped her on his bed.
Amelia was sure she’d died and gone to fairy-tale heaven.
TWENTY-ONE
WILDER
When Wilder woke, Amelia was still fast asleep. He hadn’t counted on sleeping at the castle that night, but after spending one too many hours naked in his bed with his mate, all thoughts of leaving vanished from his mind.
If Wilder had his way, he would stay in this castle with Amelia until the world ended.
He had everything he needed.
Food. A bed. His mate.
His mate in his bed.
He kissed her shoulder gently before easing out of bed. He wanted her to sleep in and lie in for a bit after their busy night. He made his way to the kitchen where the housekeeper was already busy with the breakfast preparations.
“Constance,” he said. “Bon matin.”
“Bonjour, Monsieur Wolverton. I am pleased that you’re here for a visit. We see so little of the family here.”
“I’m sorry it’s been a while. It’s hard to get away from the office.”
“I bet bringing a nice lady friend helps,” she said.
“Constance, if my mother calls, please don’t tell her what you see here.”
The housekeeper pretended to lock her mouth closed. “I wouldn’t dream of saying a thing.” She grinned. “What you do is your business, but I will admit it’s nice to see you smile, sir.”
He grinned. “It’s nice to smile. To have a reason to smile.”
“Should we make ourselves scarce? Give you run of the castle during your stay?”
Wilder considered this for a few moments. “You know what, that is a good idea, Constance. I can cook. I can take care of us. You should take the next couple of days off.”
She laughed. “I thought as much. That way, when your mother undoubtedly finds out what you’re doing here, you won’t be able to blame me. I will know nothing.”
He chuckled. “Your loyalty is appreciated.”
“Bah! I’m just trying to remove the temptation to gossip. What I don’t know can’t be repeated. Just make sure you take the bread out of the oven in three minutes.”
“Three minutes? Leaving so soon?”
Constance leveled a stern look at him. “I didn’t sleep last night. Of course, I’m leaving. Right now.”
She stormed off, leaving Wilder to laugh all by himself. He was cutting up the cooled fresh bread when Amelia made her way into the kitchen.
“Morning, love,” he said.
“Morning,” she returned with a yawn. “Are you seriously cooking?” Her eyes went wide. “Did you make fresh bread?”
Wilder laughed. “I wish I could take the credit, but Constance, the housekeeper, made it.”
“Oh, wow. It smells amazing.”
“Well, it should. She’s the best cook.”
