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“I’m sorry. Tell me some things about the city. What is your favorite restaurant? Is there a movie theater? What do you do for fun?”
“Bold of you to assume I have fun.” I chuckled.
“I wasn’t doing a lot of fun things either. Not for a while now. We can do things together. Make a life together. Finally.”
While we waited to board the plane, William did an internet search for things to do in my, our city and we made all the plans.
Places to see.
Things to do.
Where to eat.
“You know what I remember?” he asked. “That amazing shepherd’s pie you used to make. Do you still make that?”
“No, but I will for you. I took some cooking classes as a way to pass the time when I got to the city. I can cook you just about anything you want. Not fancy but good.”
He looked me in the eyes. There was nothing but love between us. Everything was forgotten. Sure, we had some questions, mainly where my packages had gone, but everything had led us here and we had to make peace with some things being unknown.
In the end, it worked out.
“I forgot what it was like to be taken care of by you. It makes me feel so loved.”
“You are loved. I never stopped loving you.”
Chapter Nineteen
William
It was lucky things worked out between us because life had a way of picking a person up and carrying them along on the top of a wave. And our wave began the very first night we made love. When Lars mated and marked me, he did more than that.
His home was lovely. Not as big as Franklin’s or as decorated, but we’d do that ourselves, and as we settled in to life together, we got to experience all the things I’d dreamed of when we were apart and before I thought he’d lost interest in me.
We went on picnics and to the movies. We hiked and shifted and ran as our wolves. He went to work and I started a computer security business consulting with companies all over the world. It paid to have made connections in the military, and my experience there lent me credibility in the outside world too.
But our favorite thing to do was to stay home and cuddle on the sofa and make out like teenagers. Of course, making out always led to more, but we didn’t mind. And on one particular night, while we were making out, I suddenly pushed my mate away and clapped a hand over my mouth before racing to the bathroom.
“Mate?” Lars stood just outside. I hadn’t closed the door all the way, but he was gracious enough to wait there. “Are you all right?”
Considering I was hunched over the toilet bowl, heaving up everything I’d eaten in the last five years, no I wasn’t, but as soon as I stopped gagging long enough, I replied, “I’m okay.”
“Can I come in?”
“I guess so.” I flopped back on my bottom against the wall across from the toilet. “I must have really eaten something bad.” I peered up at him. “Didn’t we eat all the same stuff today?” It was Saturday, and we’d spent the whole day together, at home, working on a painting project and snacking mostly.
“I think so, but something sure set you off.”
“Maybe it’s a bug.” Shifters didn’t get many of those, but we had a few of our own. “I’ve been off all week. I threw up yesterday morning, too.” I’d put it out of my mind until now.
“Well, that’s not good.” He pulled a phone out of his shorts pocket. “I’m getting a healer over here right now.”
“No, that’s not necessary.” I tried to push to my feet, but my knees wobbled and I sank back down again. “I’m okay.” It was just as untrue this time, but I didn’t want him to worry. “If I don’t feel better in the morning, I’ll make an appointment.”
“Hello, Carl? I’m sorry to bother you so late at night, but my omega is sick as a dog.” He chuckled faintly. “Not a wolf joke but might as well be. Can you come over?” He listened for another moment then hung up. “He’ll be here in fifteen minutes, but why don’t we get you cleaned up and into bed so he doesn’t have to examine you on the bathroom floor.”
“I told you I was okay.” I allowed him to help me to my feet, where I swayed a moment until my head stopped spinning. “Wow. Dizzy.”
“Now I am concerned,” he said. “Glad I called Carl, too.”
