Page 142 of His Hungry Wolf

“What? That you’re more adorable than I already think you are?”

“No, stop. There are things I need to tell you before you do or say anything that we won’t be able to come back from.”

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“I am.”

Cage shifted uncomfortably. “Okay. What’s up?”

My heart pounded. I could feel my wolf perk up as if he was listening to our conversation.

“Where do I begin? Okay. I mentioned my father has an island.”

“I remember something about that, yes.”

“It was ten minutes ago. I hope you do.”

Cage chuckled. “Yes, I remember.”

“Well, he owns an island because he is very rich.”

“Like how rich.”

“Like, he owns an island, rich.”

Cage laughed. “Got it. And you grew up very rich?”

“Yes.”

“I figured. Is that what you were scared to tell me? That you grew up with your own island?”

“Not even close.”

Cage leaned back startled. “Okay.”

I touched my brow wondering if I was sweating. I was starting to.

“Here’s the thing. My dad is rich because he’s Laine Toro.”

Cage’s brow furrowed. “Why do I know that name?”

“He became famous because he was the face of the last pandemic. But that was before we were born. Now he owns a genetics company,” I offered.

“Oh, I think I learned about him in history class. That’s your father?”

“That’s my father,” I conceded wondering if Cage knew about the part of my father’s life that included me.

“Wow! Okay. That’s a little intense but not really that big of a deal… I guess,” he said slowly coming to grips with it. “I thought it was going to be something serious. Is that it?” he said beginning to brush it aside.

“Not even close,” I told him.

“Oh!”

“Yeah, there’s another reason why my father’s famous.”

“Why is that?”

“Because of me,” I said sheepishly.