Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Grace: Seating Arrangements

"—can’t just rely on Ron holding her in his lap for multiple days, Caine." My hands plant firmly on my hips as I stare up at the immovable wall of muscle and tattoos before me. His cologne ad smell is doing a serious number on my rational thought, but I’m holding firm on the argument we’ve been having for about fifteen minutes. "Bun needs a car seat."

Everything’s ready to go. Jack-Eye and Andrew are only ten minutes out. Lyre and Owen haven’t emerged from Archie and Doris’s camper.

The only thing holding us back is what we’re doing with Sadie—if anything—and the issue of Bun’s car seat. I’m trying not to think about the former. If I do, I’ll end up submitting beneath the guilt and trying to figure out how we’re going to raise a dog around wolves.

Seriously. Imagine going to Blue Mountain with a dog in tow. A dog. She might actually get torn apart.

A muscle twitches in Caine’s cheek. "We made it here without one."

He’s said this ten times, and I’ve responded the same way another ten.

"I know." I gesture toward the grassy area where Jer and Sara chase each other in wide circles, Sadie barking excitedly at their heels while Ron monitors from a distance. Bun toddles after them with high-pitched squeals of laughter. "But what if we’d crashed? What if someone had hit us? She would’ve gone straight through the windshield."

"I would never let that happen."

"It’s not about what you’d let happen." My voice rises despite my efforts to keep calm. "It’s physics. Basic safety. Even the High Alpha of all werewolfdom can’t override a car crash."

His nostrils flare. "We’re not separating."

"Then we need to find a car seat that fits in your truck." I cross my arms, matching his stance. "There’s got to be a baby store within twenty minutes of here."

The truck’s backseat is far too narrow to fit a standard car seat, or probably any car seat at all. There’s no room for one, but there has to be a way somehow, right?

Storms rage in his gray eyes. "You’re not leaving my sight."

"Fine. Then let’s find a car seat to fit the truck, and we’ll all stay together," I repeat.

He knows as well as I do—we aren’t going to find anything.

"Then we’ll get a car seat and put it in the front with us."

I shake my head immediately. I don’t know much about car seats, but I do know one thing: I’ve been in enough cars with a warning to never place a rear-facing car seat in the front. "That’s not safe."

He pinches the bridge of his nose with a long sigh. "First you say she needs a car seat to be safe. Then I say to put her in the front and you insist it isn’t safe. Which is it, Grace? Is it safe or not?"

"It’s safe, but not in the front seat. The air bags—"

not really sure of what happens. I

"The air bags what?"

"Can... hurt her?"

going in Andrew’s

be a responsible mother figure to a toddler, and the man who’s taken over as a daddy figure keeps getting in my damn

saying both of you are in greater danger with Andrew

hands in frustration. "How would you even

him drive to

terrified to mock this man’s

My mate and daughter are not going in another

if he

Caine hesitates.

I point at him in triumph. "You lose this argument.

"Grace—"

store to buy her a car seat, and we’ll

expression hardens again.

me—a spark of defiance building since the first time Brax looked at

me find a solution that works for everyone, or I’m doing this my way without your help. I’ll go to Blue Mountain with Andrew and take all the

isn’t room for all of them in his car,"

He has me

I’ll take most

and I can practically feel Fenris’s presence even though the massive wolf is nowhere

deceptively soft. "You will not be in a vehicle I’m not

miraculous car seat to

His voice has dropped lower, that rumble still present

chin. "Stop what? Being responsible? Making sure Bun is safe? What exactly should I

have darkened to near-black. "Testing

the kids still playing outside. "This is about your control issues. I don’t know you very well, but I was raised in a

a little

silence and lack of argument

"You consider us mates?"

times, completely struck mute by the inane question.

to consider us mated." He steps a little closer. "You wanted me to court you. For us to get to know each other. To...

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