Chapter 12

I gulp as we approach Luca’s lower bunk because I am completely out of my element never, ever been in a boy’s bed before except, obviously, a member of my family –

I’ve

But Luca, to my relief, gestures me towards the head of his bed before sitting down on the other end, lounging back against the metal footboard with one leg bent at the knee, his arm wrapped casually around it. I grimace a little inwardly to see that his left boot is sole–down on his blankets. Slowly I lower myself onto the bed, perching on the edge, my eyes unblinking as I watch him.

“Make yourself comfortable, Shrimp,” he says, raising his chin and indicating that I should relax. “I’m not going to bite.”

My wolf gasps. Do you think we could get him to do that? He could give us his mark!

Mentally I smack her on the nose and she gives a little yelp, but it does nothing to defer her excitement.

Slowly I do as Luca bids, leaning back against his pillow a little and curling my bare feet beneath me. I don’t say anything though, letting him start the conversation.

He grins at me, lifting his other leg and stretching it out along the length of the mattress, effectively pinning me in on my left side. I glance down at his gigantic foot, which is just inches from me now, before raising my eyes back at him. Without intending to, I wrinkle my nose.

Luca bursts into laughter.

“Are you like, a clean freak or a germaphobe, Shrimp?” he asks, turning his foot so that he taps me with the dirty toe of his boot.

“No!” I protest, even as I flinch away from his boot – mostly because I don’t want any more tingles but, also, yes! Because it’s a dirty boot!

away.

“You totally are,” he says, grinning at me from the other end of the bed but turning his foot

“First you go

take a secret bath in the middle of the night, then the only time I can get you alone is when you’re brushing your teeth, and now you’re scared of a dirty boot?” He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly entertained.

“Did you ever consider that you’re just dirty, Luca?” I ask, leaning forward and flicking my eyes deliberately to where his shoe is pressed into his clean blankets. “Because I think that

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wanting a hot bath and brushing my teeth just makes me normal.”

“So,” he says, leaning forward to peer at me, his smile deepening. “You know my

I sit back, fast, blushing a little to have been caught out.

name.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, laughing again as he, too, leans back. “I know yours too, Shrimp.”

“It’s not Shrimp,” I say, renewing my glare.

says, tilting his head at me. “I just

show, because of

Maybe he’ll say it! Maybe he’ll whisper

her again, but she dodges my blow and continues to run in excited circles. I sigh inwardly because she’s making it

so

way he’s sitting there, with his powerful body so relaxed – and how his scent is coming off of him in waves

shower – I’m suddenly hit with the memory of him running his fingers

snaps and I blink, gritting my teeth as I realize that I was just staring at him, thinking about what he looks like

just taking a bath,” I reply, my voice cold. “Like I said. Now are you going to let me

bunk?”

are the chances,” Luca says, ignoring my question, “that you and my mate would be outside at

think to myself wryly, my eyelids lowering a little at the irony

kidnapped me,” I say, not bothering to answer, even as my body settles back against his pillow a little. Because as much as my mind knows I’ve got to get back to

by

wolf yips

he asks, ignoring my comment and speaking swiftly, all

gone.

really ugly,” I snap in reply, something in me wanting to

“No, she’s not,” he says, shaking his head. “Come on, tell me.”

I lie. “I didn’t get a good

when I pointed south, you

breathe, confused.

sent McClintock in one direction and me in another,” he

not catching that. I remember, suddenly, the moment he’s talking about – after Jackson ran and Luca stayed crouched by the

face. “Seriously, Shrimp – why are you holding out? Is

not lying –”

me, stating a simple fact that’s frustrating because it’s true. It’s bizarre – like he can already read me or something. “You know something, Shrimp, and

I say quietly. “Maybe she

someone want to meet their mate?” Luca asks, leaning forward, staring at my

silent for a long moment, torn. Because on one hand I am the girl he’s talking about

him, trying to keep our bond a secret. And on the other hand… I’m sitting here in his bed. And I could shout for Rafe, or just get up and run.

I’m sitting right here, and we’re staring at each other in silence, and I know

little

shaking my head a little. I am…I

the silence between us grows warm and comfortable. He turns his head a little in curiosity as he studies me and his eyes narrow, like he can’t…can’t quite see me or something. I watch,

impulse comes over me – I

as he watches I slowly run my tongue over my lower lip before pressing my lips together, wetting them. And then I leave my mouth slightly parted so that my breath rushes out over my lips as I

then, fastening

a shudder passes through him, traveling

straight, suddenly realizing –

realize because a new hand wraps

the hell are you doing here,” Rafe growls, glaring down at

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