Accidental Surrogate

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?”

nods, smiling at

I shake my head. “Then it must be a

she’d be telling you to get some new material –

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

little mate,”

the

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

– he’ll buy

tugging myself out of

he lets me go – watching me as I move

out a couple of blankets. He

fire and then gesture towards them, another

arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his

better, clever little doctor

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s

bringing my mouth to his and kissing

– quite desperately that he knows just how

and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

so like he’s finally home, like he’s

he knows, a little bit.

both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against

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

to be here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

inviting me to ask whatever question

mind.

you think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,”

“I think we’ve made

turning to look up at him a

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously

– I hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

the forest, in the rain, outside the

deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly.

suspected it for a while for a long

long time, because I didn’t

for absolute sure that day when you

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also being

for sure, because

end game. At least,