Stone.
I groan internally at Cade’s slip up. My mom’s eyebrows lift. “Mates as in plural?”
Cade has a bite of food inches from his mouth when he freezes and he glances sideways at me but I keep my face neutral, totally Switzerland, doing my utmost not to give anything away.
Cade takes the bite, chewing slowly and I know he is wracking his brain for answers and Goddess bless his creative mind. “Yes plural as in my mate and his lack of, not to mention his year away, lack of communication with said best friend, you know typical guy stuff to argue over, and when everything is said and out in the open you wonder what the argument was really about anyway.”
He takes another bite causally and I want to kiss him but I restrain myself, mom was suspicious enough as is and she proves me right as
