GUNNER
When I walked in, my father's attention was drawn to the view outside the window. He turned around to face me and pointed to a chair that was located near the fireplace. I sat down, and when I turned to look at my father, he was pouring a very small amount of scotch into his crystal glass. Even when I was a child, he did not consume alcohol at all. He will only drink when he is experiencing a great deal of stress.
"Do you want one?"
I smiled and shook my head. "I'm afraid not. Do you not think that it is a little bit too soon for that?" This morning, he didn't even finish his breakfast because of mom's drama.
He gave a shrug of the shoulders before sitting down in the chair that was directly across from me. "When did you first become aware that Alex was your mate?"
"I had my
