*Lark POV*
As much as I enjoyed dinner, I was beyond happy to be home. I chose to stay at my shop apartment tonight, because, frankly, I needed the quiet. With my nieces and my sister staying with me at my house in the pack, it was bound to be noisy, and I didn't have the energy to deal with it.
I had just finished making myself a cup of vanilla blueberry tea when I heard someone knocking on my shop door. I almost didn't answer, but when I peeked through the curtain to see if I could tell who it was, I saw Cameron standing under my awning in the rain.
I rushed to the door, and flung it open, pulling him inside. "Are you crazy? It's pouring rain out there. You'll catch the death of a cold," I stated.
He chuckled, and I instantly felt stupid. "I won't get sick, sweetheart. Remember?" he
