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I give little thought to who prepares my meals or changes the
bed linen. I’ve watched Sierra do both. I shouldn’t like that she
performs these menial tasks, but I do. I never felt the humans of
my realm took a personal interest in me other than to see my needs
met. They appear neither happy nor sad. It’s obvious Sierra finds
enjoyment in caring for me even with my sour
disposition.
    I take another savory bite of meat and
barely manage to hold back another groan. It melts in my mouth with
the taste of herbs left floating on my tongue. I chew slowly before
swallowing then try the rice next. It’s just as good.
    “ Do you like
it?”
    Sierra looks so hopeful but I downplay
how wonderful it is. I finish chewing and take a long drink of
water before answering. “It’s good.” Her lips purse slightly and I
try again, “It’s really good.”
    Now her smile lights up her face. “I’m
glad. My other mother, Amy, taught me this recipe and I’ve always
loved it.”
    “ Other mother?” I ask
before I can stop myself. I shouldn’t be encouraging conversation.
I need to maintain a mental distance from what she is obviously
offering. I’m not an idiot and her wanting to be friends is a ruse.
She desires me as much as I desire her.
    “ My birth mother was killed
a few weeks after she gave birth to my brother and me. Marcus, the
liege of the Southwest Clan, and his mate, Amy, raised me and my
brother for a few years. When my father mated again, we moved to
Florida to be with his new clan. I grew up traveling between the
clans and spent many hours in the kitchen with Amy.”
    She smiles wistfully at the memories
she conjured and it’s impossible for me to remain silent and
uninterested. I have enough painful memories of the deaths of those
I’ve loved and decide against asking about her birth mother. “I
thought vampires didn’t eat or drink anything but blood,” I
question instead.
    Her lashes do the sweeping cheek
thing, which makes my cock stir. “Mostly they don’t,” she answered,
“but they will enjoy some wine now and then. Marcus changed Amy to
vampire and she discovered that she loves to cook. She began
preparing meals for the clan when her chef found his mate and he
cut back on how much he works. Amy’s a great lady and really the
only mother I’ve ever known. Talya, the she-cat my father mated, is
more of a sister to me.” Sierra lays her fork on her plate and
laces her fingers with her elbows resting on the table. “Talya
doesn’t enjoy cooking, so I did a lot of it when I grew older. I
love to cook, but I don’t want to step on any she-bear toes while
I’m here.” She gives me an exaggerated wink. “You’re the perfect
guinea pig.”
    Her smile is teasing, but I don’t take
the bait. I like conversing with her. “What about your brother?
Does he cook?”
    She bursts out laughing at the
question and I love the sound as it echoes off the cabin walls.
“No, he can’t cook to save his life. He’ll need to find a mate who
will provide food for the table or he’ll starve.”
    I think about the argument she had
with her brother. She yelled the entire time and I couldn’t hear
his side of the conversation. It leaves me curious. “You challenged
him for not having a mate…”
    Her smile fades quickly. “I guess I
did. I was angry and shouldn’t have antagonized him with a subject
that is very painful for him.”
    “ The absence of a mate is
not painful for you too?”
    She shakes her head. “I
haven’t given up on finding a mate. That special shifter is out
there somewhere and I will wait for him to sweep me off my feet.”
Her eyes grow dreamy for a few seconds and I know she’s thinking
about this suitor that will come one day. The thought shouldn’t
bother me, but it does. Her teeth flash with another grin and she
speaks again. “Impatiently, but I will wait.” Her expression turns
serious. “My brother has an entirely different problem and he’s
hiding his true nature. He