She made a mental note to ask Prowler why Monster still had a slight limp. Barely noticeable, but still present.
The men reassured her after the whole mate thing that they were hard to kill, fast to heal, and loved with everything they had.
The fact that Monster hadn’t healed worried her.
Maria answered the bell almost immediately.
“Oh wow, here, let me help you. Come in, come in. You brought enough food to feed a small army.”
“Oh, but there’s more. Prowler’s right behind me.”
Miguel appeared and took the last of her dishes. As soon as her hands were free, Maria filled one with a wine glass.
“Come, sit.” Maria beckoned.
“I’m going to go see what’s keeping your ol’ man.” Miguel left them alone to talk.
Miguel earned the club’s respect when he’d knocked on the door, with a gun tucked in his waistband while she was otherwise occupied with being claimed.
He’d told Kansas something didn’t feel right when they were there, and Taylor rushed them out. Between her clothes and attitude, he came back to check on her.
She adored him for that. He had no more than a three-minute exchange with her about parking, yet he knew something was off. So even if the Kings hadn’t shown up when they did, she would’ve had Miguel, and that warmed her heart.
Dinner with their new friends Miguel and Maria was amazing. She’d never had couple friends before. Of course, this was the first time she was half of a normal couple. If you could call being completely head over heels in love with a wolfman MC president normal.
Her brain was turning some things over on their ride home. Some things about Miguel scratched at the back of her brain. His instincts to know something was wrong, or how he saw her walking up the sidewalk with the three streetlights out. She’d been in a complete dark zone.
“Prowler?” she asked through the helmet’s built-in comm unit.
“Yeah, babe.”
“You said shifters can smell other shifters, right?”
“Yeah, in most cases.”
“Can you smell Miguel?”
“No.”
“So, he’s not a shifter?”
“I didn’t say that. But what Miguel is or isn’t is his business.”
That was vague and non-committal.
The first thing she did when they got in the door was take off her shoes. She placed them in the coat closet, between Cass’s flip-flops and Prowler’s running shoes.
The picture made her smile. They were really doing this.
“What are you studying so intently?” Prowler asked from behind as he haphazardly tossed his boots in.
“Nothing.”
“Good.” He laced their fingers together and led her to their bedroom, complete with a new bed. She’d insisted on that.
“Get undressed, babe. I do believe you have a debt to pay.” She did as he asked.
He led her to the mirror. “Fuck you look perfect, but I think you’re missing something,” Prowler said before he tied a soft blindfold around her eyes.
