Page 175 of His Hungry Wolf
“They seem to be. But there’s something about how we ended up here that unnerves them. That would make sense if they know about the bubble around the town.”
“And, what was up with that question about hunches? Is that something that wolf shifters have,” I asked him hesitantly.
“I’m still the only wolf shifter I know of and I’ve never had them.”
“Okay.”
“But, what I’m more curious about is what you asked her. Is that how your mother died? During child birth?” he asked empathetically.
“That’s what my father said… or, whoever he was. He didn’t like talking about her, though. Every time I brought her up, he would act pissed off and change the topic. I always assumed it was because he was so broken up about losing her. But, I’m starting to realize that I didn’t know him at all.”
“So, you’re thinking it’s possible she could be from here. You think that’s why he was here?”
“She had to be from somewhere. So did he. And there had to be a reason he came here after finding out my football career was over, right?”
Falling into silence, we both turned our attention to the one queen-sized bed. “We should get something to eat first,” said Quin to break the tension and silence. Leaving our bedroom, we headed to the truck and drove to the diner.
Parking in front of it, we stared into the large windows as we approached. It was like any other in a small town. The space was aging, yet clean. The décor hinted that it had been around since the sixties. And there were no other customers inside.
“Sit anywhere. I’ll be out in a second,” a stout man yelled from the kitchen when we entered.
“I guess we can sit anywhere,” I repeated taking Quin’s hand and leading him to a booth against the wall perpendicular to the windows.
“I never asked, do you eat everything? It feels like something a boyfriend should know,” I said loving the sound of it.
“I try to eat healthily, but I did stock your freezer with frozen pizzas and ice cream. And, most of that was really for me. So…”
I laughed. “Got it.”
Quin had his arms relaxed on the table in front of us as he leaned towards me. I leaned forward wrapping my hands around his. I loved holding his soft hands. They were quite a bit smaller than mine.
My mind flashed on what of his I might hold later. I was about to tell him what I was thinking when the stout man from the kitchen appeared in front of us and handed us menus. I let go of Quin’s hands and took the laminated sheet of paper from him.
“We’re out of everything but the fried chicken, burgers, and sandwiches. We might be out of sliced ham, but I’d have to check,” he said sticking around for questions.
“Well, I know what I want if you do. I’m starved.”
“Burger and fries, please,” Quin said handing the menu back to the stout man with the four-day stubble.
“The same,” I told him handing back the menu and looking to pick up where I left off. “So, have you ever had a boyfriend?”
“No. What about you? Anyone before Tasha?’
“A few. There was a girl I dated my freshman year. That didn’t last long. There were a couple of girls in high school, but none of those were very serious.”
“Have you ever been in love?” Quin asked pulling out the big guns.
“I thought I was in love with Tasha. I mean, we could have been at one point. It’s hard to tell now. I certainly had feelings for her. But, in the light of new experiences, I’m wondering if what I felt for her qualifies.”
“Qualifies as love?”
“Yeah. I mean, it was definitely something, just not… Let’s just say I’ve been given reasons to rethink things.”
“I see,” Quin said not asking any more.
“What about you? Have you ever been in love?”
“I thought I was.”