Playing with the food on her plate, Clara feels nervous. The other night was the first time she’d ever truly been drunk. She’d managed to keep it together with the excitement of the company of her mate and getting away from Black oak. Tonight, might not be so easy for her. What if she gets into an argument with Atticus or says something regrettable. Atticus lays a hand on her thigh, his blue eyes piercing hers. He knows she’s getting worked up, with one look of concern from her mate. Clara’s worries melt away under his beautiful watchful eyes and warm touch. The silence at the dinner table wasn’t an uncomfortable one, Curtis had his head buried in some documents while Valorie swilled the wine in her glass slowly. Eyes maneuvering lazily around the spacious dining room. She swallows greedil
