Dorothy smiled warmly. "Livvy it is, then. Now, where do you keep your pots and pans?"
I showed her around the kitchen, watching as she quickly made herself at home. There was something deeply comforting about having someone prepare a home-cooked meal, especially someone connected to my childhood.
The doorbell rang again just as delicious aromas began filling the apartment. My wolf perked up immediately, recognizing the scent before I even reached the door.
Connor stood there, surrounded by several large suitcases and bags. His ice-blue eyes lit up when they met mine, his wolf Adam clearly pleased to see me.
"Why did you bring so much stuff?" I asked, eyeing the luggage with surprise.
Connor's lips curved into an amused smile, his eyes twinkling. "In case my mate stays over again and
