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only concern is us.” I think about that.
Suddenly, everything is getting real.
    “Did you decorate this?” I try to
get past the scary overwhelming thoughts that threaten to creep in.  He teeters
his hand back and forth in the air. “So a woman decorated this.” I say and he
grins. “Who is she?” I ask, hoping she is only a decorator and not a previous
girlfriend.
    “Her name is Michelle. She’s on
staff and does all of the decorating in the building. She also is responsible
for replacing furniture and fixtures. I nod. “If there is something in this
condo that you don’t like, whether it’s paint, furniture, whatever you can ask
for a change. She will accommodate you. I want you to be happy so whatever you
like Jane. It’s yours now too.” Mine? I shake my head. He lifts me onto a bar
stool at the counter. It’s wooden and has a back, the cushion is light
turquoise blue. It’s the only color in this room other than the white and
steel. “Now let’s see.”
    He opens the fridge and brings out
a bowl of fruit and puts it in front of me. He spins around and finds a wooden
cutting board that is covered with a glass dome. There is bread and cheese
underneath the dome. I can see the cheese is the kind that gets melty at room
temperature and I want to try it. I’ve only seen this on TV.
    Jake sets the dome aside and slices
the long loaf of bread into thick pieces. He dips his knife into the cheese and
smears it across the bread. My mouth is watering. I’ve never had a reaction
like this to a cheese sandwich. Maybe it’s because he’s making it. My stomach
screams and groans. Jake looks up at me and grins. He offers the bread. I take
it from him and bite into it. It is smooth and creamy like butter’s older more
sophisticated cousin. I hear him growl softly. We’re going to mate and I’ve just
accepted nourishment from his hand. That’s a big deal. My eyes climb up the
front of him slowly until they find his. They’re amber. I set the bread down.
He grips the counter.
    “Eat.” He says softly. I know that
he wants me and I know that he is barely containing himself. I hop off the
stool and go around the counter. I grab my bread off the plate and offer him a
bite. He takes it when I hold it up to his mouth. I smile and finish the piece.
We’ve just completed a very old tradition, a ritual really. He’s offered me
food, I accepted. I offered him food and he’s accepted. I’ve eaten after him,
I’ve accepted him. His wolf knows it, and so does mine. She feels happy in
there. She wants him.
    He’s making another piece of bread
but scoots the bowl of fruit toward me. There are grapes, apples and pears. I
choose a small Asian pear. They are incredible. I’ve had this once before, Jake
brought it to me and told me to try it. I loved it. He knew that I would. My
biggest complaint has always been that pears are too squishy. He found these. A
crunchy pear. Leave it to Jake to solve all of the world’s problems. I bite
into it, it’s just as I expected. I go back to my seat and climb up.
    “My wolf is anxious.” He murmurs.
“But I don’t want to rush you.” I watch him. “You’ve had a rough week and a
really rough day.” I nod. “If you’re not up to it, we can wait.” He’s not
breathing. I let him suffer for a second, pay him back a little for making me
wet myself.
    “I don’t want to wait.” I finally
whisper. He exhales and I grin at him.
    “Good.” He lays three pieces of
bread and cheese on a napkin and slides them toward me. “We’ll eat and then…” I
nod and put more of the bread in my mouth. I’m starting to feel better. I’m not
as tired and my stomach is settling. Jake goes to the fridge again and pulls
out a soda and a water.
    “Water.” I say.
    “I have wine if you want.” I shake
my head. I hate wine, any alcohol really. It serves no real purpose to a wolf.
I’d have to guzzle that whole bottle to get the slightest of buzzes. It tastes
awful anyway, so no point