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“How about the dining room table for now. I’ll probably put them in my room later.”
“Dining room table it is. So, what’s for dinner? Something smells delicious.”
“Our dads always have steak on Thursday. I’m not sure if it’s become a tradition or if they just really like steak and make sure they get it once a week, but Thursday is steak night in this house.”
“Steak is good. But that’s not what I’m smelling.”
“Oh, I made a lobster mac and cheese. I hope you like that sort of thing.”
He walks over and puts his hands on my hips, gently pulling me toward him. You made me lobster mac and cheese?”
“Well, it…it’s for everyone.” I’m so nervous around him that I’m stumbling on my words. I don’t know what to do with my hands, and they end up on his chest. I can feel the heat of his body through our clothes. His chest under my hands is firm and muscular. I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands over his chest, down his abdomen to the line of his jeans. I’m overwhelmed by the scent of him. Like most shifters, he smells like the forest. But more than that, he smells strongly of brownies. It’s the same comforting scent I smelled when he rescued me. He said our house felt homey, but he smells like home. Like the place you come to at the end of a long, hard day when you need to relax and unwind. Your place of safety and comfort.
I hadn’t even noticed that I’d leaned into him, drawing his scent into my nose until he leaned down nuzzling into my hair. “Little Guardian, I would love nothing more than to know what is going on in the beautiful head of yours, but I think we need to redirect your thoughts before our fathers come in and smell your arousal.”
It was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on my head. I leaped out of his arms as he chuckled softly. “Perhaps we can focus on dinner? How can I help?” He asks me.
I know my face must be scarlet in embarrassment, but I look around and get my bearings. The mac and cheese is almost done, so it’s time to make the salad. I get everything out to start chopping and plating the salads. I give Rik what he needs to set the table.
Dad and Anders come back in with the cooked steaks. They eye the two of us and Rik was absolutely right. It would not have gone over well if they had thought I Was getting turned on by my future alpha.
I put a pat of truffle butter on each steak and after bringing everything to the. table, we sit. Anders and Rik sit beside each other opposite Dad and I, so I’m facing Rik. “This looks and smells delicious. Thank you both for including me tonight.” He says to both of us, but his smile is only for me.
I smile and duck my head as I focus on my food.
My Dad clears his throat before turning his attention to Rik. “So. You are mystery man, eh?”
Rik turns to Dad and replies, “Yes sir.”
Cara’s
“Did your father ever tell you what he had to do to get your mother to date him?” My father asks with an evil grin on his face.
My head whips up to Anders. “You had to convince Luna Calista to date you?” I can tell that this story is news to Rik as well because his attention is now on his father.
Anders is glaring daggers at my father who just smirks back. “Not like Lily wanted anything to do with you either Clint.” He throws a jab at my dad.
Dad just nods his head. “It’s true.” He turns to Rik. “Your father and I weren’t exactly known for having a chaste dating history.”
Anders scoffs. “I wouldn’t call what we were doing ‘dating’.”
“True. So, do you know this story Rik?”
Rik looks at his father before turning to mine. “No sir, I don’t believe I do.”
Dad and Anders are having another one of their silent conversations, almost like they are reliving the moment together while my father tells the story.
“Well, your mother and Lily were best friends. One day your father notices Calista at school. And…”
Anders interrupts him, “It was like everything in the world just righted itself.” A small smile on his lips at the memory.
Dad continues, “Right. So your father, being the future Alpha, saunters up to Calista and Lily.”
“I didn’t saunter.”
“Oh, you sauntered.” My father jokes with Anders before picking up the story again. “And he asks your mother out on a date. Now, mind you, your father didn’t ask girls on dates. I’m sure you know how it is, they just flock to the strong males in the pack.” Rik looks from my dad to me but, intelligently, doesn’t acknowledge my father’s comment.
“So, imagine your father’s surprise when your mother turns him down flat.” Anders picks up the story line again. “I was so shocked, I didn’t even know what to do or say, and just watched the two of them walk away.” He looks over at me. Your father wasn’t any help at all, basically laughing at me saying something like ‘tough luck buddy”.”
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I looked between the two of them. I don’t know why adding Rik to the group has changed the entire dynamic of their conversation tonight, but this is hilarious.
“So, what happened? How did you win her over?” I ask.
“I convinced your father to pull a Top Gun bar-singing routine with me.” Anders says and my father starts laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes. He’s still laughing when he says, “We were so bad, Calista finally agreed to go out with him if we would stop singing.”
We’re all laughing now, and Anders says, “Hey, it worked.”
“And the rest is history?” I asked.
“Not exactly. I had to show her that I meant it, that I wasn’t trying to make her one of my conquests. I think she finally realized how serious I was when I had a jewelry set made for her.”
Rik jumps in. “The aquamarine surrounded by sapphires?” He asks and Anders nods. “Yep, who do you think had it made for her?”
Rik looks thoughtful. “That’s where I got the idea to make Cara’s. I always loved that they looked like a combination of Mom’s and Shali’s eyes.” He looks at me as he says this and Artemis, the hussy, pushes forward so her eyes show in mine. Kai, not to be outdone, pushes forward for a moment too, making Rik’s beautiful eyes bleed to sapphire. He must get his eyes from his mother.
“Like father, like son.” My father says. “You may not have sung her a song, but grand gestures are definitely a Forte trademark.”
“Not just a Forte trademark. I don’t remember you slacking in the grand gesture department.” Anders says to dad.
“Mom didn’t want you at first either?” I ask, stunned because all I’d ever heard was how in love my parents had been.
“Your mother shot me down several times. Only made me want her more.”
“So, what was your grand gesture?” Rik asked.
“Not to be outdone by your father,” e looks at Anders who smirks back at him,
LC
I found a song called September Lily and I learned how to play it on the guitar. I practiced for months, every day.”