Canon
“You’re early, Sire,” I said as Cyrus settled across the restaurant table. One of his alphas had found us outside to tell us of his arrival, and I’d had wolves searching everywhere for him. The image of him walking out of the elevator next to Fiona with an armful of dirty laundry was still seared into my brain.
“I wanted a day to rest before the rest of the pack arrived,” he said easily.
“Does resting include fixing fans and cleaning up dirty laundry?”
He grinned. “It was nice to work with my hands, but it’s rare to go unnoticed. I’ll be sure to apologize to the poor girl next time I see her. I hope she’s not too upset.”
“I think mortified is the word that you’re looking for, although I think Justin had it worse. Will eggs be all right for breakfast, or would you like something
