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,

analyze them too

and movement coming

to put this stuff away before he caught

note off the fridge and a pen out of

the sticky and shoved it

opening, I shoved the original coordinate

into Spencer's coat pocket.

are you doing with my coat?"

the kitchen.

confessed. "I

Sorry."

nodded and reached

fine. So, are you hungry?

some food,"

on

before turning

asmile lighting

that he was

changed out of

he looked more like

I was starting to

plain T-shirt and a

that rested

admittedly had a nice

brought me back

of a God. I

anyone could ever

and my cheeks flushed

the very thought.

eat," I

around the kitchen island to reach

out ingredients, and my brows raised. I

this was a surprising

as

He grinned.

some pretty mean dishes," he told me with a slight

It's my

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