Fiona's POV
Ellen explained, her eyes glazed. The dreamy look in her eyes unsettled me slightly. “It always ends up hot.” She winked at Ragnar.
“No one's getting drunk again.” He growled, resting his elbows on the table. The action made the distance between us shorter, and my already pounding heart got messier. The sandwich he ordered was gone from his plate, and he was washing it down with the apple juice box.
I wondered if he only ordered his food because it was exactly what I got.
“What do you mean by drunk again?” I spoke up, biting into my sandwich. In the time it took him to finish his, I only got in 3 bites.
Partially it's because I was nervous to death because of his presence, and I already am a naturally slow eater.
“Ellen's wolf is crazily strong, and the big girl doesn'
