Tali's POV
After Dayne examined the coffee I made, he thrust the pot at Luka and demanded he make a fresh one.
Everyone carefully avoided looking in my direction when he did it, but it wasn't hard for me to guess the direction of their thoughts: Talis, not only is she a terrible cook, she's an even worse coffee-maker, so much so, one glance at the coffee pot is enough for their alpha to know not to even bother tasting it first.
"So, Talis. Will you be running with us tonight?" Luka asks me once he's made a fresh pot of coffee and joins us at the twelve-seater oak dining table in the light and airy kitchen. In the frenzy of this morning, I’ve noted that the cabinets are made of the same wood as the bedroom.
I tear my gaze from my slice of blueberry pie to glance at him. Not much of it
