“What are the chances,” Luca says, ignoring my question, “that you and my mate would be outside at the same time? Just…coincidentally.”
100% chance, I think to myself wryly, my eyelids lowering a little at the irony of his question.
“My cousins are going to be pissed when they find out you 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 my bed? My body…wants to stay right here. Being lightly interrogated by my gorgeous mate.
My wolf yips in agreement.
“What did she look like?” he asks, ignoring my comment and speaking swiftly, all pretense gone.
“She’s really ugly,” I snap in reply, something in me wanting to piss him off.
He bursts out laughing. “No, she’s not,” he say
