Page 16 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
“And,” he growled. “Did they do anything to hurt you?”
“What? No! Unless fattening me up could be considered hurting me. But Greg’s muffins were to die for, so no regrets there.”
I needed that recipe, and he’d promised to text it. “Do you have Greg’s number?” I asked, interrupting his next question.
“What?”
“I need his muffin recipe,” I explained, already foreseeing his question.
“That would be a no,” he said, sounding a little off.
“They aren’t friends of yours?” They seemed familiar.
“No friends of mine would kidnap you,” he snarled, then with more force than was warranted, he stabbed his fork through a piece of egg again.
I rolled my eyes at that. “You can’t know that for sure, besides, I got muffins and two friends out of it.”
“And a broken front door,” he muttered.
“That was easily fixed,” I retorted, eating a piece of bacon as I glared at him.
It was so much better when he couldn’t talk back.
“Is it my turn to ask questions now?” I said, sipping my coffee.
“Ask away.”
“What is the purpose of being a wolf?”
“Purpose?”
“Yeah, like why do wolf shifters exist, what is it that youdo?”
He looked puzzled. “We… um, just exist.”
“Ah, so like humans, not like some secret mafia organization who helps fight crime or something disguised as animals.”
I had to admit I was disappointed.
He blinked at me. “Your mind is both a terrifying place and also sort of endearing.”
Normally I kept my thoughts to myself, but it seemed Jeremy got all of me and I wasn’t mad about that.
“Next question,” I said. “You don’t have a partner, right? This isn’t some shifter thing where they find humans exciting and end up cheating on their shifter partner and family? Because I’m not cool with that.” He’d said we were friends, but since his flirting had been obvious, I needed to know what kind of person he was if our friendship could continue.
After a few seconds of silence, it appeared that I’d rendered him speechless. I could wait him out. The eggs were amazing, so while he sat there gaping at me, I could stuff my face and sip my coffee.
“I’m single,” he finally replied.
“Okay,” I exhaled, feeling happy that my intuition on him being a good guy proved to be right. “I’m looking forward to being your friend, then.”
Missing Red yesterday was enough to make me bold. Just thinking of him leaving had me nervous. It was weird how this man could make me feel like I needed him.
“I know you have responsibilities, but can I tag along until I feel more settled here?”
He was smiling, looking way too pleased by my question. “Of course, and you don’t mind me being a shifter?”
“Why would I mind? I get to cuddle Red whenever I want to.”
