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?

think back: the coordinates

analyze

turning off and movement coming from the bathroom

needed to put this stuff away

I grabbed a sticky note off the fridge and a pen out of the

and shoved it into my bra. Just as

door opening, I shoved the original coordinate paper

into Spencer's coat pocket.

coat?" Spencer

the kitchen.

accidently knocked it down," I confessed. "I was just

Sorry."

reached

So, are you

food,"

on

before

asmile lighting up

Now that he

out

he looked

I was

T-shirt and a

rested

admittedly had a

it only brought

body of

ever be

and my

the very thought.

could eat,"

the kitchen island to

brows raised. I imagined

was a surprising turn of

asked him as

He grinned.

mean dishes," he told me with a

It's my

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