Wanting to get past the subject, she nodded toward his plate. "Start eating. It's getting cold. The potatoes are done. I just need to get them out of the oven."
Surprisingly, he let it go and did as she said. Grabbing the plate, he went to sit down at the table that she'd cleaned up and put candles on. Not romantically, but just to give the place a homey feel. As well as her favorite placemats that her mother had packed for her. After her steak was on a plate and on the table, she went back for all the potato fixings and drinks before sitting down. The wolves who'd done the shopping had apparently known some of the things that Deucalion liked because a couple cases of beer had ended up in the fridge, something she hadn't put on her list. Quietly, they sat at opposite ends of the table. Th
