Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 388

Chapter 388: What Kind of Mate?

Cora

“They think they’re being subtle,” I whisper, smiling as Sinclair closes the RV’s

door behind him, the last to ” disappear” from our little circle around the fire.

“I’m not complaining,” Roger murmurs, slipping an arm around my shoulder.

“Are you, little mate?”

I laugh lightly at the nickname, shaking my head at him. “It still doesn’t work,

Roger,” I say, leaning closer to him, though the camping chairs make it hard to

get as close as I’d like to be. “I’ve told you before – I’m not little.”

“Sure you are,” he replies, grinning at me.

“I’m not!” I say, laughing. “Ella’s the little one,” I continue, “I’m tall – I’m not -”

“You’re little to me,” he interrupts, moving his chair closer so that he can tuck his

face between my neck and my shoulder, breathing deeply in – I think savoring

the way that I smell, which sends a little thrill through me. I lower my own head

and breathe in Roger’s own unique scent, letting it flood my senses.

God, does he even know how good he smells? Though he probably does – his

sense of smell far outstrips mine.

“What do you mean?” I ask. “Little to you?”

He lifts his head so he can look into my face, only inches from me now. You’re

little to me, Cora,” he replies, in that you’re…I don’t know. Quite precious. The

way I think of you – I don’t know, I don’t want you to be insulted, but I think of

you as…very small,”

“What?” I ask, confused, “why?”

“Because,” he says seriously, shrugging a little, “you’d have to be very tiny, to

make a home out of my heart,” he says, tapping lightly at his chest. “As you

have done.”

A broad smile stretches across my face and I laugh a little, even though I’m

deeply touched at what he’s said. ” Really?” I ask. “That’s what you think of

me?”

“Mmhmm,” he says, turning his head a little and considering me from different

angles. “My little mate, who I carry around all day in my heart. Even when you’re

not physically around I keep you in here. I talk to you, send all kinds of

messages. Tell you little jokes.” you I grin. “Do I think they’re funny?”

smiling at me.

I shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

was me, she’d be telling

a little and grabbing my

little

eyeing the

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone

break the chair!”

me closer and making me laugh. ”

he’ll buy

out of his

lets me go –

and pull out a couple of blankets.

fire and then gesture towards

arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

clever

place my hands on Roger’s face

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I

god, god how I love this man. All

swaggering, adorable, sweet

he kisses me back,

he’s been

he knows, a little bit. Even if

feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head

his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little

to be here with each other. Happy to have

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

me to ask

mind.

you think

laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

“I think we’ve made that pretty

I say, turning to look up at him a little,

mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

seriously don’t

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me

forest, in the rain, outside

start to

real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

looking back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate.

for a while for a long time, even though… well,

a long time, because I

that day when you ran

– ”

I protest, slapping his

with his nose. “But you

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

Cora? We’re end game. At least,

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