My hands were on my hips as I looked at Cody. No Axel. “He thinks I’m drunk, doesn’t he?” I asked him.
“No,” Wolfe said as he walked out from under a low-hanging branch, failing to hide his grin when he saw me. “Heknowsyou’re drunk.”
My head cocked to the side as I watched him approach. “Where’ve you been?”
“I was at the pack hall,” he said, coming to a stop in front of me. “How was the bourbon?”
I pointed behind me, swayed, stumbled as I rightened myself, and forced myself to stop moving. “The pack hall is that way.”
Wolfe was biting his lip as he watched me, and Axel—no, Cody—no, shit, Axel had his hand pressed over his mouth.
“Are youlaughingat me?” I demanded. Wolfe’s eyes crinkled at the sides as his teeth bit down harder. Axel-Cody had turned away completely.
I stamped my foot in protest, and Wolfe couldn’t hold it back; he let out a roar of laughter, and his pack member was already out of sight, but I could hear himgigglingas he rushed off.
“Why is he laughing at me?”
Wolfe shook his head as he stepped forward. “He isn’t laughing at you, princess,” he told me, taking my arm. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“I don’t want to go home.”
“Okay.” His hand curled around my wrist, and we walked side by side.
I kept looking at him, and he kept looking straight ahead. I stumbled a few times; there really were an awful lot of rocks on the path today, but Wolfe never said a word.
“You’ve been holding my hand for a while,” I decided to point out. Just in case he’d forgotten.
“I wasn’t holding your hand,” he murmured, and I felt his hand slide down, his fingers interlacing with mine. “Now I’m holding your hand.”
I eyed the joined hands warily. “Huh.”
Neither of us pulled away.
When we got to the house, I looked between the door and him. He was watching me with quiet amusement.
“I thought…” I looked around. “I wasn’t coming home.” I chewed the inside of my cheek as I struggled with uncertainty. “Was I?”
“I thought you were.”
“Huh.” I scratched my cheek. “Okay.”
We walked to the front door, and Wolfe stepped aside as I made my way in. He closed the door softly behind us.
Something wasn’t right here. I frowned at him. “Did you also need to come home?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Oh.” I sat down. I want to say I sat with grace, but it was more that I lost my balance and toppled into the seat than actually satdownin it. When I had straightened myself out, Wolfe was leaning against the mantel of the fireplace, his lips twitching with amusement.
“I had some bourbon…”
“I know.”
I nodded. I looked down at my hands. “I’m not the best with spirits.”
“I remember.”
My hands clenched and unclenched. “Adair thinks we should have sex so the pack feels better.” I looked up at him. “Do you want to?” He didn’t speak. “Have sex?” Still silence. Maybe he needed more information. “With me?”
