Ross’s POV
“What’s for lunch today?” I ask Stella, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She was busy doing something on her phone, but I’m getting hungry.
“Whatever you want to get from the pack house!” She tells me, not even looking up from the blasted phone. “There’s supposed to be a huge banquet to celebrate the officer trials. So there will be plenty of food you can grab for us. Could you get me some fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and some corn while you’re getting yours. I’m really busy!”
“Oh, I thought you’d be cooking for us since you quit your job,” I say, trying not to sound so disappointed. So far I’ve found little reason to be happy with my chosen mate, but then she’s still grieving over Terry’s death. I’m trying to be considerate about that.
“Silly! I don’t
