It quickly became apparent that Celia was an excellent cook.
Abby sat at the counter with a warm mug of chamomile tea cupped between her hands while Lucas moved into the kitchen to help Celia finish dinner. She found herself watching the two of them more than she meant to.
Lucas changed when he was with his mate. A month ago, Abby would have sworn it was impossible for him to smile. Now it seemed like that was all he did. He moved easily around Celia, bumping her hip with his own, making quiet jokes as she talked about a phone call with an old friend and the latest news filtering out of their former pack. Abby learned in bits and pieces that they’d come from Gray Rock.
Dinner was warm and comforting, the kind of meal that settled deep in her chest. When they finished eating, Celia reach
