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

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I

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

and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

over here, little mate,”

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

it can hold his huge

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and

he’ll buy

myself out of

me go – watching me as I move

of blankets. He continues

the fire and then

concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as

better, clever little doctor

my hands on Roger’s face

mouth to his and

he knows just

and we tease – But god, god how I love this

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking deep

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

we can both feel, that we can pass messages along,

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

be here with

moment.

thinking back

inviting me to ask whatever question

mind.

you think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah,

we’ve made

at him a little, to let him know that

mate mate. Like…fated

he says, his eyebrows raising a little.

seriously

I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

turning his

out in the forest, in the rain, outside

deepens as I start to get frustrated.

big one

at me with a gentle smile.

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while

for a long time, because I didn’t think my

that day when

– ”

his chest, “I was really

murmurs, nudging me with his nose.

knew for sure, because that’s when

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

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