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tempting swell of her breasts. “Good morning.”
    She bit her lip. “Good morning.” One of her delicate toes dug into his carpet. “Where are my clothes?”
    “Clothes?” The way she was digging her toe in the carpet had her knee pushing back and forth, back and forth, swinging open the bottom edge of the jacket ever so slightly. Christopher could feel the saliva pooling in his mouth, the bare glimpse of thigh she kept giving him mesmerizing. If she didn’t stop soon, his cock was going to burst right out of his jeans.
    “The things you put on your body when you aren’t wearing your fur?”
    “Fur?” He could cover her in fur. He could see them now, naked, skin to skin, writhing on those furs while he took her over and over again.

    She looked down at what he was staring at and squeaked. Her toe stopped digging into the carpet.
    Damn it. “Christopher!”
    “Hmm?” He brought his eyes back up to her face. The amused exasperation there reassured him. He hadn’t frightened her with his lust.
    Good.
    “My clothes. Where are they?”
    “They’re in the dryer.”
    “May I have them please?”
    No. “I’ll bring them up shortly.” He waved towards the table by the window. “Breakfast?”
    She eyed the table warily. “No woo-woo stuff in the coffee this morning?”
    He didn’t allow his shock to show in his face. “Woo-woo stuff?”
    She approached the table. “You put something in the chocolate last night, didn’t you?” Apparently he didn’t hide his wince well enough. She sat with a sigh. “You know if my Grammy hadn’t told me to trust my instincts you’d be in serious shit right now.”
    Thank you Grandmother Evans. He’d have to write the woman an appropriate thank you note. Possibly after the wedding. “What are your instincts telling you?”
    She studied him for a moment before picking up her coffee cup. “To trust you. Why, I have no clue, considering you drugged me last night.”
    He sat across from her, loving the look of his jacket on her skin. He’d think of her now every time he wore that suit. “You can, you know. Trust me, I mean. And you needed some sleep last night. I was worried the flight through the woods would keep you awake all night.”
    “Uh-huh.” Her skeptical look spoke volumes, but apparently she was willing to let it slide. “What exactly is going on, anyway?”
    He thought about lying to her for exactly two seconds. He had one shot at this. There was no way he was going to fuck it up. And something told him that lying to her was not a good way to get his little witch to trust him. “Do you remember how I told you there was a price to pay for learning to live with the wolf?”
    “Yes.” She took a bite of her eggs, sighing softly. “Mmm. You’re a very good cook, by the way.”
    He actually blushed. That was the first time a woman had ever complimented him on his cooking. It meant more to him than any compliment he’d ever received before, mostly because she was the one who gave it.
    She smiled softly. “Go on.”
    He cleared his throat. He had the feeling he’d just handed her something he’d miss like hell one day.
    “Yes. Well, that price for learning to live with the wolf was taking mates.”
    “Mates.”
    He nodded.
    “You mean more than one?”
    “No!” Lord, don’t let her think that. I’m going to be in enough trouble from stuff I do, let alone stuff I don’t. “I meant that each Beckett in every generation casts a spell that pulls their perfect mate to them. We never know what fate is going to send us.” He kissed her knuckles, enjoying the soft flush that crept up her cheeks. “Fate sent me you.”
    She put her fork down. “You’re essentially werewolves.”

    He shrugged. He’d heard worse terms than that. “I suppose. That was the compromise the human made with the wolf. One mate, one forever mate that pleases us both.”
    “Forever mate?”
    He nodded. “Wolves mate for life.”
    He loved watching the emotions that crossed