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

shake my head. “Then it must be

telling you to get

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

little mate,” he

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

me closer and making me

he’ll

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go

couple of blankets. He continues to watch

out before the fire and then

concedes,

sitting gracefully

pulling me down

clever little doctor

moment to place my hands on

bringing my mouth to his and

he knows just how –

and we tease – But god,

adorable, sweet bit of him

me as he kisses me back, taking

he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting

he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t have

both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his

And we’re

fire, just…happy to be here with

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

says, inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

you think

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a

we’ve made that pretty clear –

look up at him a

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

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

seriously

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

are you talking about?”

it?” he says, turning his head and

in the forest, in the rain, outside the

frown deepens as I start to

real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

it for a while for a long

because I didn’t think my mate could

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

me with his nose. “But you were also

I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped

end game. At least, on my

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