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“I am. Would you mind showing me to where I’m going to stay? I hate to be a party pooper, but I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“We’ll have many more nights, Marney,” Riggs said, but no awkwardness came afterward.
“Thanks.” We showed her the master bedroom and where our bedrooms were in case she needed anything in the night. The master had its own bathroom, so she could make herself at home. For us, she was home.
“There are extra blankets here in the chest if you need them. I’ll start a fire.”
There was a fireplace in the master suite but I couldn’t remember the last time it was lit. We simply didn’t go in there.
“Thank you. Both of you. I feel like I’m being pampered a bit too much.”
Riggs walked over to her and rubbed a thumb down her cheek. “There’s no such thing around here. Goodnight, Marney. Have a good sleep.”
We made our way out but, before I closed the door, I heard her whisper, “I must be dreaming.”
Chapter Fourteen
Riggs
Despite the fact that I was nervous about what would happen between us and Marney, I’d never been more settled in myself than I was now. My bear rumbled a bit as I went to sleep, grumpy that we weren’t in the bed with her, but for some reason, he quelled once I promised him that it would be soon.
The thing was, I believed the notion. Marney belonged to us. It was only a matter of time and patience before everything came to fruition and we were properly mated.
And marked, if I had my way.
I was already up once the sun rose. I threw off my comforter and ran for the shower.
It was no ordinary day.
Today was the first full day I got the honor of courting my mate.
Nacho and I nearly ran into each other in the hallway but, unlike me, he was already showered and dressed. In jeans.
Jeans.
“You’re looking nice,” I said, snorting. I had been witness to weeks where my best friend never wore anything dressier than his nice pajama pants and his rattiest sweatshirt. I called it his deadline sweatshirt.
“Shut it. I had to get up early to let the bread rise.” Nacho looked down at his jeans, maybe rethinking the choice.
“I’m starting the coffee and then I’ll shower and get ready.” We both had giddy smiles.
He shook his head. “I’ll start the coffee. You get showered and into the kitchen. Your scrambled eggs are creamier than mine. Bacon? Venison sausage? Oatmeal? Hashbrowns? Fruit? Yogurt?”
I chuckled at our excitement. “All of the above. See you in ten.”
I never showered faster in my life. I put on a T-shirt with jeans but didn’t bother with socks or shoes. Even if I went out, unless I would be around humans, I didn’t put on the facade of needing them.
While I cooked up enough breakfast for an army, I glanced at the hallway every few seconds. While I wanted her here with us, I was also comforted by the thought that she was getting good rest. People underestimated physical rest after going through something emotionally and mentally taxing. The body remembered those things and, without the proper repose, it would keep reminding us of those things until we took the time to heal.
And our girl had been through some things. There was no doubt about her in my mind or in my bear’s mind. She was ours. Mate. Mine. All of it. She belonged with us.
“What smells so good?” Her voice broke through the noises of the kitchen and cooking. Nacho was pulling out three boules of bread as I slid the scrambled eggs onto a platter. Everything was ready.
She was right on time, and not just for breakfast.
“We cooked. I hope you’re hungry.”
She came in, wearing floral pajamas, and rubbed her eyes. Gods, I wanted to see her like that every morning. Hair tousled. Sleepy, sexy eyes. “I’m not that hungry. Are we having company?”
