sneak in and I had to come investigate. Plus, I didn’t want to wake you. I’m not an invalid. I’m just pregnant.”
Chase shook his head. “You Demakis women are so stubborn.” He turned to Tess. “If you want to be with Patrick, I think he would be a good match for you.”
“Thank you, Chase.”
He nodded. “Melinda was worried about how you were handling New York. She said your heart wasn’t in the city.” Chase glanced up and Patrick caught the pack Alpha’s gaze as he continued speaking to Tess. “You belong out here. Woodhaven and these mountains became your home a long time ago.”
Chase was a large man. Not as big as the O’Hearn brothers, but still a formidable human. According to Scott, he’d been running the Vegas pack fairly and smoothly since everything went to hell two years ago in Greece. Chase Michaels was technically the one who needed to give his blessing for the union to take place, since neither of Tess’s parents was still alive.
“Thank you, Mr. Michaels,” Patrick said. He knew Tess’s Alpha had just released her from the pack hierarchy. She was free to choose to stay in Utah. Free to choose him as her mate. He knew leaving the pack had been weighing heavily on her.
The shifter shook his head. “Please, call me Chase.”
Patrick smiled and nodded again. Tess returned to his side and he slid an arm around her waist.
Sam grabbed her ice cream and spoon and Chase herded her from the kitchen. “Be sure to turn off the lights when you leave,” he hollered over his shoulder.
“Will do,” Tess shouted back.
“ Shhh! Are you trying to wake the whole place?” Patrick winced, his voice coming out louder than he’d intended.
Tess’s eyes widened. “Would that be a problem for you?”
He huffed and squeezed her close. “Yes, because then I would be interrupted from tasting your delicious body once again.” He dipped his head to her neck and nibbled. Her scent filled his lungs and his entire body shivered with excitement.
“Oh,” she giggled against his neck. “When you put it that way, I guess I see your point.”
CHAPTER SIX
Tess giggled and pulled away from Patrick. “I’m starving.”
He cocked an eyebrow and flashed her a lopsided grin.
“Not that!” She wagged a finger at him and then turned to the fridge.
“Why not? I’m game for more.”
I swear you are hornier than I am. She bit back a giggle. We’ve already been at it more in the last twenty-four hours than I’ve had in the last two years.
“You afraid he’s gonna get bored?”
Hell no! But please, just let me eat.
She pulled out some eggs and bacon and put them on the counter behind her. In a few minutes she had bacon sizzling in a skillet and eggs scrambled and ready to eat. Grabbing a couple of plates from below the island, she scooped out a large helping of eggs and put several slices of bacon on the first plate and only a slightly smaller portion on the second. She topped it off with a little salt and pepper and carried the plates around to where Patrick sat quietly watching her.
“Thank you,” he said, taking both plates and putting them on the counter.
She walked back to the fridge, pulled out a pitcher of orange juice, and poured them both a glass before returning to her seat next to him.
“It’s not dinner. But—”
“It’s delicious,” he interrupted, digging into his mound of scrambled eggs. “Please don’t ever apologize for feeding me. This is the first home cooking I’ve had in four years.”
Tess looked up at Patrick and watched him for a moment. His dark hair had grown out a little from the military buzz cut. She could see where small curls were beginning to form around his ears and the base of his neck. She couldn’t wait to see it in about a month and run her fingers through the thick mop of wavy hair she was imagining.
His jawline was squared and strong. His cornflower blue eyes flashed toward her for a second, but he didn’t speak. Love flowed