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

inner victory show, because of course he doesn’t

he’ll say it! Maybe he’ll

she dodges my blow and continues to run in excited circles. I sigh inwardly

frankly, so is he.

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

hit with the memory of him running his

Luca snaps and I blink, gritting my teeth as I realize that I was just staring at him, thinking about what he looks like n*ked. No wonder he thinks I’m so weird. “What were you really doing out

I said.

bunk?”

and my mate would be outside at the same

chance, I think to myself wryly, my eyelids lowering a

back against his pillow a little. Because as much as my mind knows I’ve got to get back to my bed? My

lightly interrogated by

wolf yips in agreement.

ignoring my comment and speaking swiftly,

gone.

something

“No, she’s not,” he says,

“I didn’t

went north, and then when I pointed south, you confirmed

breathe,

sent McClintock in one direction and me in another,” he says, leaning forward. “Why?”

frustrated with myself for not catching that. I remember, suddenly, the moment he’s talking about – after Jackson ran and Luca stayed crouched by the pool. I didn’t look where he pointed,

my face. “Seriously, Shrimp – why are you holding out? Is she…is she in trouble or something? What bad thing would happen if you just told me why you were out there – ”

not lying –” I protest.

he can already read me or something. “You know something, Shrimp, and I

ran from you,” I say quietly. “Maybe she doesn’t

want to meet their mate?” Luca asks,

silent for a long moment, torn. Because on one hand I am the girl

the other hand… I’m sitting here

silence, and I know

little

little. I am…I am in trouble

doesn’t know what I know, he stares right back at me and the silence between us grows warm and comfortable. He turns his head a little in curiosity as he studies me

impulse comes over me – I

lower lip before pressing my lips together, wetting them. And then I leave my mouth slightly parted so

eyes drop subtly then, fastening on

god, a shudder passes through him, traveling all the way down his

sit up straight, suddenly realizing

realize because a new hand wraps around my arm now and yanks me out of Luca’s

the hell are you doing here,” Rafe growls, glaring down at me as I scramble for

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