Judy's POV

I could hear the shower from the living room. Spencer excused himself to shower,

leaving me alone for the time being. There were no TVs, probably because there

was no cable this deep in the forest, but there were a ton of books. I didn't know

Spencer was a reader; we never really talked about it these last couple of weeks.

After going through some of the books on his shelf, I decided to go into the

kitchen to grab a drink of water. I hadn't realized how parched I was until that very

moment. But my throat was dry, probably from how much I was crying. I stepped

into the modernly updated kitchen, surprised by how spacious and beautiful it

was. It didn't look like a kitchen in a cabin, but a kitchen in a loving home.

As I walked around the granite counter island to get to the fridge, I accidently

brushed against Spencer's coat, which was sprawled on top of the counter,

landing it on the ground. I quickly grabbed it and was about to place it back on the

counter when something fell out of his pocket.

I frowned down at the masking spray.

Masking spray isn't supposed to leave the pack ground without the Alpha's

permission; he could have accidently put it in his pocket and brought it with him. It

wasn't unlikely that he'd forget about it, so I put the masking spray back into his

pocket, which is when my fingers brushed across something else.

It was a piece of paper. Against my better judgment, I pulled the paper out of his

pocket and unfolded it, furrowing my brows when I saw that they were

coordinates.

Coordinates for what?

tried to think back: the coordinates were somewhat familiar, but I didn't

time to analyze them

off and movement coming from the bathroom

and I knew I needed to put this stuff

a sticky note off the fridge and a pen out of the pen cup.

down the coordinates on the sticky and shoved

opening, I shoved

into Spencer's coat pocket.

doing with my coat?" Spencer asked, frowning as

the kitchen.

down," I confessed. "I was just

Sorry."

reached for his

So, are you hungry?

some food,"

on the back

chair before

asmile lighting

Now that he

out

looked more

was starting

a plain T-shirt and a

that rested at

had a nice

brought me back to

had the body of a God.

could ever be

my

the very thought.

could eat,"

around the kitchen island

and my brows raised. I imagined he would make

was a surprising turn

asked him as he laid out

He grinned.

dishes," he told me

It's my grandmother's

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