Chapter 65
The next two hours were a flurry of activity. Skylar was deeply frustrated that no one was letting her help out. Every time she stood up to do something, Gray would growl at her and lead her back to sit on the sofa.
“I’m not an invalid. I’m mostly healed up, anyway.”
“Almost better isn’t better,” Gray argued with her. “I can’t take knowing you’re unwell, love. Just stay right there.” He sat her down, fluffed the cushion at her back, and brought her a fresh cup of coffee with a delectable double chocolate muffin.
“You know me so well,” she said, kissing his cheek.
The still warm and gooey baked good definitely made up for Gray’s fussing over her. She munched on the chocolaty goodness. She was soon joined by the others.
A room full of shifters on edge was never a good thing.
