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

must

it was me, she’d be telling

grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

over here, little

the flimsy

looks like it can hold his huge

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

he’ll

myself out of

he lets me go – watching me

out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch

two out before the fire and then gesture

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

in the middle of the blankets, pulling me

clever little doctor

hands on Roger’s face for a

bringing my mouth to his and kissing

that he knows just how – much I

– But god,

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

me as he kisses me

like he’s been

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

both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against

And we’re quiet for

with each other. Happy

moment.

thinking back on

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

you think

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

we’ve made that pretty clear –

at him a little, to let him know that I’m

think I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

you seriously

hadn’t known there was something

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching me

the forest, in

I start to get

big one that shakes his whole

with a gentle smile. “You’re

suspected it for a while for a long time,

time, because I didn’t think my

day when you ran like an

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But

because that’s when it snapped

Cora? We’re end game. At least,

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