Page 403 of His Hungry Wolf

I didn’t have to. As soon as I had finished saying it, he was leading me inside.

“I would like to take one of your tests, please,” he said looking more nervous than I had ever seen him.

“Right this way,” the salesperson said directing him to a display that showed what they offered.

“I think you should get the best one,” I told him feeling great that I would be able to do this for him.

“You heard the man,” Titus told the salesperson.

Receiving a sealed vile, Titus spit in it and handed it back to the woman.

“Is that it?” he asked.

“That’s it. We just need your email address and you should get the results in two to three weeks.”

“Wow! That was easy,” Titus proclaimed still looking unsure.

I latched my arm around his.

“My fiancé is trying to find a brother he just found out he has,” I told the middle-aged freckled woman.

“We get a lot of that,” she replied with a smile.

“And how many of them find who they’re looking for?” Titus asked.

“I don’t get to see that end of things. But if you check the website, there are a lot of people who find family members they didn’t know they had.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I do this looking for a brother and it turns out my mother isn’t my mother or something?” Titus joked.

“You think that’s a possibility?” I asked wondering if I had opened a can of worms.

“As much as I sometimes want that to be the case, there’s no chance. I couldn’t be more like my mother if I tried. I’ve accepted it. Don’t judge me when you meet her,” he said with a playful smirk.

“No promises,” I joked back.

Leaving the store, we bought sandwiches, chips, a bottle of wine, and cups and took the ski lift to the top of the mountain. Finding a spot to watch the sun set, we sat and dug in. Again, Titus was starved. I had to remember how much bigger he was than me.

When he was full, we opened the wine and relaxed. Lying on a slope that allowed us to see the horizon, I nestled into his arm pit with my cup in hand.

“I’m cold,” I told him as an excuse.

It was sort of true. At the top of the mountain, the temperature dropped fast. I would have survived if I didn’t have his warm body to cuddle up to. But I had him. So why not take advantage.

It was either how little I ate or how much smaller I was, but the wine hit me way before it hit him.

“Do you completely regret coming with me this weekend?” I asked needing to know.

“I don’t regret a second of it.”

“That’s good,” I said resting my head on his chest.

“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you? The sun hasn’t even set.”

“Uh uh.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No!”