Page 1003 of One More Kiss
“What the hell are you doing?”
His shoulders started to shake.
“Don’t you dare laugh.”
The deep rumble that escaped him warmed my body all over, not that I was going to give him the benefit of knowing that.
“It’s not funny.”
“That’s only because you didn’t see yourself.”
I scowled at him as he attempted to tame himself.
“Sorry, but it was funny.”
As lady-like as possible, I picked myself up from the floor and sat back down on my bed… as far away from him as possible.
“Here, they were out making bets on how pissed you’d be if they ate this last one,” he said handing me a plate with a still warm cinnamon roll on it.
“They ate them all?”
“Yup. Should have warned you that food doesn’t last long around us. It was delicious though. You’re a really great cook.”
Inside I was beaming with pride. I’d been told by others that my food was good, but to the way he said it made it somewhat feel real. Like I really could do this for a living.
“You could open a restaurant with food like that, you know? People around here, and I’m sure in Longhorn too, would lose their shit over a place like that.”
My jaw dropped open in surprise. I didn’t want to care what he thought, but the fact that he believed in me meant everything to me.
“Thanks,” I said softly. “It’s always been my dream,” I admitted. “I’ve never actually told anyone that though.”
“There’s a culinary arts program at the community college,” he suggested. “If you’re sticking around here, I guess.”
I nodded. “I’ve been looking into it. I have an interview next week. I’m not sure I’m good enough to get in, but I’m going to try.”
I had no idea why I was telling him all of this. It wasn’t any of his concern. He’d already made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to take me for a mate, and I sure as hell didn’t want him… right?
“Kate, you’re good enough. You’ve got this,” he said encouragingly.
Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded again.
“Well, uh, I’ll let you get back to it then,” he said awkwardly signaling to my headphones and notebook.
He glanced down at my drawing, and I wanted to cringe. I wasn’t very good, but I still liked to do it.
I heard the sharp intake of his gasp.
“What?”
“That’s my wolf,” he said softly.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a wolf, Wyatt.”
His head whipped towards me at the sound of his name. He shook his head.
“Kate, I’m telling you, that’s my wolf.”
“I’ve never seen your wolf, Wyatt.”