drive and proceeded to
his house.
While he hadn’t determined the threat and where it
was coming from, he had to believe in himself to keep his mate safe. The threat
could well be only perceived, an illusion because he and Holland hadn’t yet
tied themselves to one another. Not that he would allow his guard down. He was
willing to accept he might be overreacting slightly, but he’d rather look the
fool and have Holland alive and well than dead at his feet because he
hesitated.
Chapter Eleven
Holland didn’t know what was going on, but she
could feel Jakob’s tension vibrating through the
truck. When they reached his house she stayed in the truck instinctively
knowing it was what he needed her to do. The grateful look she received when he
finally came around to open her door was her reward. And folks thought
humans too self-absorbed to listen to their instincts. She gave a small
snort at that thought while slipping down from the seat.
She stuck close to Jakob’s side, but stayed behind him half a step. Holland didn’t know why she did it but
figured it was that same instinct guiding her again. When she thought it
through it actually made sense. Staying close yet slightly behind let Jakob know where she was while still giving him room to
react to a threat. If there was one.
They made it inside his place unmolested. Which
Holland was grateful for. Not that Jakob seemed ready to relax like she did. Stripping off her winter gear, she watched
him prowl through the house to check the other doors and windows. Even when he
seemed assured everything was secure Jakob still
didn’t relax.
Holland waited until he had the tea kettle warming
before she put a hand to his chest. Instantly, her entire being became fully
aware. She didn’t know what it was about the man that drew her in but she liked
it while at the same time it irritated her. “What’s going on, Jakob ? You said you had a gut feeling that made you slow
down. Yet here we are. Are we safe here?”
His arms slid around her to pull her in closer to
his body’s lean strength and heat. Slipping her own arms around his waist,
Holland rested her chin on his pec to keep her eyes on his face. About to
prompt him again, she felt the sigh he let out, and the slight relaxation that
swept through his body.
“I don’t know,” he admitted in a grudging tone.
Rubbing her hand up and down his back, she
eventually slipped it under the light sweater he wore to press her palm to his
back. She could tell he hated admitting he didn’t know the answer to something.
And the worry making his grey eyes stormy in appearance had her gut clenching.
Not that she could dump the blame on him. He was as human as the next person in
many regards like the fact he wasn’t psychic and therefore couldn’t pull the
answers they both wanted from the air. However nice that would be.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”
Hopefully before the other shoe dropped, whatever it might be.
All she got from him was a grunt that didn’t sound
overly convinced.
Holland pushed up on her toes and wrapped her other
hand over his nape. “I can see the wheels spinning already, Jakob .
Try not to push it. Whenever I have a problem I find focusing on something
completely unrelated helps resolve it. Find something else to focus on for a
while and maybe the answer will come to you.”
His attention narrowed onto her mouth, she noticed.
Suddenly, she realized how closely she was pressed against him. Right about the
same time a large warm hand landed on her ass to pull her even closer. Holland
felt her cheeks get warm and she looked anywhere but at him. She was saved from
turning into a blathering fool by the whistle from the kettle.
Jakob didn’t let her loose though. Keeping his hand where it rested on her
ass, he shifted his stance enough to move the kettle off the flame, and turn
the stove off. When she tried to back off she couldn’t, he wasn’t letting her.
Peeking up at
his house.
While he hadn’t determined the threat and where it
was coming from, he had to believe in himself to keep his mate safe. The threat
could well be only perceived, an illusion because he and Holland hadn’t yet
tied themselves to one another. Not that he would allow his guard down. He was
willing to accept he might be overreacting slightly, but he’d rather look the
fool and have Holland alive and well than dead at his feet because he
hesitated.
Chapter Eleven
Holland didn’t know what was going on, but she
could feel Jakob’s tension vibrating through the
truck. When they reached his house she stayed in the truck instinctively
knowing it was what he needed her to do. The grateful look she received when he
finally came around to open her door was her reward. And folks thought
humans too self-absorbed to listen to their instincts. She gave a small
snort at that thought while slipping down from the seat.
She stuck close to Jakob’s side, but stayed behind him half a step. Holland didn’t know why she did it but
figured it was that same instinct guiding her again. When she thought it
through it actually made sense. Staying close yet slightly behind let Jakob know where she was while still giving him room to
react to a threat. If there was one.
They made it inside his place unmolested. Which
Holland was grateful for. Not that Jakob seemed ready to relax like she did. Stripping off her winter gear, she watched
him prowl through the house to check the other doors and windows. Even when he
seemed assured everything was secure Jakob still
didn’t relax.
Holland waited until he had the tea kettle warming
before she put a hand to his chest. Instantly, her entire being became fully
aware. She didn’t know what it was about the man that drew her in but she liked
it while at the same time it irritated her. “What’s going on, Jakob ? You said you had a gut feeling that made you slow
down. Yet here we are. Are we safe here?”
His arms slid around her to pull her in closer to
his body’s lean strength and heat. Slipping her own arms around his waist,
Holland rested her chin on his pec to keep her eyes on his face. About to
prompt him again, she felt the sigh he let out, and the slight relaxation that
swept through his body.
“I don’t know,” he admitted in a grudging tone.
Rubbing her hand up and down his back, she
eventually slipped it under the light sweater he wore to press her palm to his
back. She could tell he hated admitting he didn’t know the answer to something.
And the worry making his grey eyes stormy in appearance had her gut clenching.
Not that she could dump the blame on him. He was as human as the next person in
many regards like the fact he wasn’t psychic and therefore couldn’t pull the
answers they both wanted from the air. However nice that would be.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”
Hopefully before the other shoe dropped, whatever it might be.
All she got from him was a grunt that didn’t sound
overly convinced.
Holland pushed up on her toes and wrapped her other
hand over his nape. “I can see the wheels spinning already, Jakob .
Try not to push it. Whenever I have a problem I find focusing on something
completely unrelated helps resolve it. Find something else to focus on for a
while and maybe the answer will come to you.”
His attention narrowed onto her mouth, she noticed.
Suddenly, she realized how closely she was pressed against him. Right about the
same time a large warm hand landed on her ass to pull her even closer. Holland
felt her cheeks get warm and she looked anywhere but at him. She was saved from
turning into a blathering fool by the whistle from the kettle.
Jakob didn’t let her loose though. Keeping his hand where it rested on her
ass, he shifted his stance enough to move the kettle off the flame, and turn
the stove off. When she tried to back off she couldn’t, he wasn’t letting her.
Peeking up at
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