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Claire’s lap and squeezing her thigh.
She smiled a little. Human contact. Or, well, shifter contact. It felt good to be touched by a man for a change, even if it made her shake like a leaf all over. She was still in a state of disbelief. At herself, at the situation, at everything. How the hell had she gotten into this?! How had she gone from being ridiculed at a damn gardening competition in Georgia to sitting in the presence of two absolutely stunning men, discussing her future with them? And how the hell had she dared to make these choices that took her here in the first place? Her head spun a little and she gripped the edges of the table to try and force everything to stop roiling around.
Her dizzy spell was cut short by Argo, who reached a hand across the table and took one of her hands in his big, gruff palms. Claire didn’t try to hide the little gasp that rose to her lips at his touch. It sent electric sparks through her. While Cooper calmed and grounded her, Argo made her world jump and stutter. But at least it made her focus on him and forget about the thousand other voices battling for prevalence in her head at the moment.
“Now, we get to know each other. Now, we take some time for ourselves. I know it was a long drive, Claire. And I’m very glad you are here. I feel like I know you as well as I know myself and Cooper, but I think we need to take things slow. For all our sakes. So, for now, how about dinner?”
He smiled a little and Claire swore it made her heart skip a beat. Seeing a sexy smirk on his lips was just about enough to make her melt into a puddle, if Cooper’s hand near her aching sex wasn’t already doing enough to accomplish that goal. She felt a heavy lump in her throat, cutting off her words, but she nodded.
“Dinner sounds good,” she said, managing a smile.
Though being the dessert sounds even better.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cooper
Cooper yawned loudly, not bothering to strive for better manners. He was in the middle of the Idaho countryside, standing on the porch of their newly-bought home, with no one around for miles aside from his Alpha partner and their hopefully soon-to-be mate. If he couldn’t feel like himself here, feel comfortable, then he couldn’t imagine there was a place in the world where he could.
“Enjoying the fresh air?” Argo asked tauntingly, padding out onto the porch in Cooper’s wake.
It was early in the morning, the sun was barely crawling up the sky, and the dew was still fresh on the grass. It was, in a word, perfect. Cooper accepted the mug of coffee from Argo with a thankful nod of his head and turned to look at the view again, admiring the mountains.
“I am. I don’t think I can get sick of this view,” he admitted truthfully, letting the caffeine trickle down his throat.
“I hope so. I intend to stay here,” Argo said.
Cooper gave him a look, the familiar sense of uneasiness settling at the pit of his stomach at the conviction of his partner. To him, it reeked of danger. Cooper prided himself on understanding Argo but in this, their views had not coincided. But, he had followed and he would stand by Argo’s side, no matter what. That was just the way this relationship was going to work.
“Is Claire up yet?” Cooper asked, trying to veer onto the path of more pleasing topics.
It was their second night in the house and so far, both he and Argo had been perfect gentlemen. Cooper wasn’t entirely sure how much more he could stand, being all prim and proper, when a mouthwatering piece of curvy ass was driving him up the wall day in and day out. It wasn’t just the body, of course. It was the knowledge that she was the one . Their third. The woman they had been looking for.
It had taken one look at her at the diner to know. To really, really know. It was comforting, in a way, how his wolf worked. Black and white, yes and no. Right and wrong. And she was right.
Sadly, through his lust, he still had to admit that the hard-as-iron
She smiled a little. Human contact. Or, well, shifter contact. It felt good to be touched by a man for a change, even if it made her shake like a leaf all over. She was still in a state of disbelief. At herself, at the situation, at everything. How the hell had she gotten into this?! How had she gone from being ridiculed at a damn gardening competition in Georgia to sitting in the presence of two absolutely stunning men, discussing her future with them? And how the hell had she dared to make these choices that took her here in the first place? Her head spun a little and she gripped the edges of the table to try and force everything to stop roiling around.
Her dizzy spell was cut short by Argo, who reached a hand across the table and took one of her hands in his big, gruff palms. Claire didn’t try to hide the little gasp that rose to her lips at his touch. It sent electric sparks through her. While Cooper calmed and grounded her, Argo made her world jump and stutter. But at least it made her focus on him and forget about the thousand other voices battling for prevalence in her head at the moment.
“Now, we get to know each other. Now, we take some time for ourselves. I know it was a long drive, Claire. And I’m very glad you are here. I feel like I know you as well as I know myself and Cooper, but I think we need to take things slow. For all our sakes. So, for now, how about dinner?”
He smiled a little and Claire swore it made her heart skip a beat. Seeing a sexy smirk on his lips was just about enough to make her melt into a puddle, if Cooper’s hand near her aching sex wasn’t already doing enough to accomplish that goal. She felt a heavy lump in her throat, cutting off her words, but she nodded.
“Dinner sounds good,” she said, managing a smile.
Though being the dessert sounds even better.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cooper
Cooper yawned loudly, not bothering to strive for better manners. He was in the middle of the Idaho countryside, standing on the porch of their newly-bought home, with no one around for miles aside from his Alpha partner and their hopefully soon-to-be mate. If he couldn’t feel like himself here, feel comfortable, then he couldn’t imagine there was a place in the world where he could.
“Enjoying the fresh air?” Argo asked tauntingly, padding out onto the porch in Cooper’s wake.
It was early in the morning, the sun was barely crawling up the sky, and the dew was still fresh on the grass. It was, in a word, perfect. Cooper accepted the mug of coffee from Argo with a thankful nod of his head and turned to look at the view again, admiring the mountains.
“I am. I don’t think I can get sick of this view,” he admitted truthfully, letting the caffeine trickle down his throat.
“I hope so. I intend to stay here,” Argo said.
Cooper gave him a look, the familiar sense of uneasiness settling at the pit of his stomach at the conviction of his partner. To him, it reeked of danger. Cooper prided himself on understanding Argo but in this, their views had not coincided. But, he had followed and he would stand by Argo’s side, no matter what. That was just the way this relationship was going to work.
“Is Claire up yet?” Cooper asked, trying to veer onto the path of more pleasing topics.
It was their second night in the house and so far, both he and Argo had been perfect gentlemen. Cooper wasn’t entirely sure how much more he could stand, being all prim and proper, when a mouthwatering piece of curvy ass was driving him up the wall day in and day out. It wasn’t just the body, of course. It was the knowledge that she was the one . Their third. The woman they had been looking for.
It had taken one look at her at the diner to know. To really, really know. It was comforting, in a way, how his wolf worked. Black and white, yes and no. Right and wrong. And she was right.
Sadly, through his lust, he still had to admit that the hard-as-iron
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