Silvia
Three Months Later.
" How are you feeling ?" I asked, gazing across the table at Sherman.
We were tucked into a private booth at Bella Notte, an intimate Italian place downtown that felt like a warm embrace.
My mate looked magnificent. His navy suit hugged his powerful shoulders perfectly, and the crimson tie was a sharp s***h of color against the dark fabric.
I'd worn my red off-shoulder dress on purpose, and judging by how his eyes kept drifting to my exposed collarbone, the choice had been a good one.
Sherman didn't answer right away. He just looked at me with that soft expression I'd missed so much. It was part wonder, part sheer relief.
" Shouldn't I be the one asking you that ?" he finally said, his voice low and warm.
My wolf, Keal, practically purre
