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

it must be a

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to get some new material

little and grabbing my

little mate,”

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

like it can hold his huge werewolf

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me

he’ll buy

I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I

out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

before the fire and then

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

pulling me

better, clever little doctor

take a moment to place my hands

at him before bringing my mouth to his and

that he knows just

tease – But god, god how I love this

adorable, sweet bit of

tighten around me as he kisses

home, like he’s been waiting to do this

he knows, a little bit. Even if we

both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against

And we’re quiet for

with each other. Happy

moment.

back

ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

think I’m

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

“I think we’ve made that

I say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him know that

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously

at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

he says, turning

forest, in the

start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

a big one that shakes his

me with a gentle smile. “You’re

while for a long

long time, because I didn’t think my mate could

for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

with his nose.

knew for sure, because

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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