you a new mate.” Laurie might have worried, but despite his words, the anger had dissipated in his tone.
“Go grab a plate and let me think on that for a bit.”
Max, who’d been glaring at her brother until now, turned and scowled at her, but she could tell he wasn’t really upset.
Laurie frowned, examining his features. From the corner of her eye, she saw Danny move toward the buffet, but her focus remained on Max. How could she tell he wasn’t truly upset? They barely knew each other. Had only met last night. And by expression alone, he appeared upset. So why did she suspect he wasn’t as upset as he appeared? No, that was wrong. She didn’t suspect anything, she knew .
“What has you so confused, baby?”
Her frown deepened. “Eww, don’t call me baby.”
Distracted by the condescending endearment, she realized the anxiety crushing her all morning had lessened as well. Not quite vanished, but as soon as she heard his voice, something inside of her had settled. He smelled of sandalwood and soap, and the scent made her wolf want to wag her tail in pleasure. Traitorous bitch.
“Then what should I call you?”
She ignored him, pondering his first question. “How did you know I was confused?” There could have been any number of reasons she’d been frowning. Not least of which being how rude he’d been to her brother. How had he pegged her as confused?
“I can tell,” he said, snatching a sausage link off her plate and taking a bite.
She slapped his hand. “Mine. You get your own.” She took the sausage back and shoved the whole thing in her mouth. Eating or drinking from someone else’s meal had never bothered her, and after last night, she was even less concerned about sharing with him. But she could be territorial about her food.
“Stingy,” he complained with a mock frown.
“When it comes to breakfast, you bet.” After all, it was the most important meal of the day. Everyone who knew her knew not to mess with her in the morning until she’d eaten. “ How can you tell?”
“Well you slapped my hand when I tried to take one measly little sausage link. That kind of tipped me off.” He reached for her coffee, which so wasn’t going to happen.
Laurie scooted the cup farther away from his hand.
“See, stingy.”
“No, not about that. How could you tell I was confused?” she asked again. Her wolf relaxed inside her, but something about this situation made Laurie clench her teeth.
“The mate bond. The same way you know that I don’t really want your breakfast, but like seeing you get all grumpy when I try to steal it. If you really thought I was after your food, I suspect I’d be missing a digit.”
“More like a limb,” Danny interjected, pulling a chair from the adjacent table to theirs with the hand not holding a plate full of food.
“I thought I told you to get lost.”
“Did you know they ran out of bacon?” Danny asked, ignoring Max entirely.
“These people clearly have no idea how to handle a hotel full of shifters. They ran out before I came down, which was over an hour ago.”
Danny had gone for the sliced ham instead of the sausage Laurie had chosen.
“Sliced ham, sausage, bacon, what’s the difference?” Max asked, staring at their two plates.
“Oh, here we go.” Danny lowered his fork, and covered his face with his hand.
Laurie just stared at Max. Did he really just compare ham to bacon? Yes, they came from the same animal, but that didn’t mean they were the same thing.
“What are you still doing here? Find another woman. I told you, this one’s taken,” Max grumbled, glaring at Danny’s direction.
“What’s…the…difference?” Laurie asked, ignoring his rudeness for more important concerns. How could he ask that? Bacon was the best food in the world. She’d even seen an invention on Shark Tank for a bacon alarm clock that cooked bacon so the owner could wake up to the smell of bacon. The Wake’n Bacon. Okay, so they hadn’t gotten
“Go grab a plate and let me think on that for a bit.”
Max, who’d been glaring at her brother until now, turned and scowled at her, but she could tell he wasn’t really upset.
Laurie frowned, examining his features. From the corner of her eye, she saw Danny move toward the buffet, but her focus remained on Max. How could she tell he wasn’t truly upset? They barely knew each other. Had only met last night. And by expression alone, he appeared upset. So why did she suspect he wasn’t as upset as he appeared? No, that was wrong. She didn’t suspect anything, she knew .
“What has you so confused, baby?”
Her frown deepened. “Eww, don’t call me baby.”
Distracted by the condescending endearment, she realized the anxiety crushing her all morning had lessened as well. Not quite vanished, but as soon as she heard his voice, something inside of her had settled. He smelled of sandalwood and soap, and the scent made her wolf want to wag her tail in pleasure. Traitorous bitch.
“Then what should I call you?”
She ignored him, pondering his first question. “How did you know I was confused?” There could have been any number of reasons she’d been frowning. Not least of which being how rude he’d been to her brother. How had he pegged her as confused?
“I can tell,” he said, snatching a sausage link off her plate and taking a bite.
She slapped his hand. “Mine. You get your own.” She took the sausage back and shoved the whole thing in her mouth. Eating or drinking from someone else’s meal had never bothered her, and after last night, she was even less concerned about sharing with him. But she could be territorial about her food.
“Stingy,” he complained with a mock frown.
“When it comes to breakfast, you bet.” After all, it was the most important meal of the day. Everyone who knew her knew not to mess with her in the morning until she’d eaten. “ How can you tell?”
“Well you slapped my hand when I tried to take one measly little sausage link. That kind of tipped me off.” He reached for her coffee, which so wasn’t going to happen.
Laurie scooted the cup farther away from his hand.
“See, stingy.”
“No, not about that. How could you tell I was confused?” she asked again. Her wolf relaxed inside her, but something about this situation made Laurie clench her teeth.
“The mate bond. The same way you know that I don’t really want your breakfast, but like seeing you get all grumpy when I try to steal it. If you really thought I was after your food, I suspect I’d be missing a digit.”
“More like a limb,” Danny interjected, pulling a chair from the adjacent table to theirs with the hand not holding a plate full of food.
“I thought I told you to get lost.”
“Did you know they ran out of bacon?” Danny asked, ignoring Max entirely.
“These people clearly have no idea how to handle a hotel full of shifters. They ran out before I came down, which was over an hour ago.”
Danny had gone for the sliced ham instead of the sausage Laurie had chosen.
“Sliced ham, sausage, bacon, what’s the difference?” Max asked, staring at their two plates.
“Oh, here we go.” Danny lowered his fork, and covered his face with his hand.
Laurie just stared at Max. Did he really just compare ham to bacon? Yes, they came from the same animal, but that didn’t mean they were the same thing.
“What are you still doing here? Find another woman. I told you, this one’s taken,” Max grumbled, glaring at Danny’s direction.
“What’s…the…difference?” Laurie asked, ignoring his rudeness for more important concerns. How could he ask that? Bacon was the best food in the world. She’d even seen an invention on Shark Tank for a bacon alarm clock that cooked bacon so the owner could wake up to the smell of bacon. The Wake’n Bacon. Okay, so they hadn’t gotten
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