Real Wolf Wanted by Miranda Bailey

Author:Miranda Bailey [Bailey, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sparrow Publishing
Published: 2018-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

I woke up to a choir of frogs, night birds on the prowl, and the sound of the gentle surge of water as it spread up the beach. I cracked an eye to see Wade had settled me on the large air mattress inside of the mosquito tent. I breathed in a calm sigh as I looked out at the water, this was an area of coastline that must have been in his family for generations.

Just a few miles up the coast I could see the twinkle of a high-rise hotel, but only barely. The trees and a bend in the land hid this sanctuary away almost entirely. There was no way an individual could own property like this that close to the resort hotels. Those places had cheated and schemed their way into owning most of the coastline in this area and only family hold-outs still owned private property here now.

“My family settled here a long time ago, in the early 1700s. At one point, it was a huge plantation, but over time, bits and pieces were sold off, the family moved away, and well, now there’s only me left, really. My cousins and more distant relatives come back sometimes, but usually, it’s just me out here.”

“That’s so sad, but also so nice.” I took the cup of coffee he handed me and sat up on the bed. He’d settled in beside me and we looked at each other, quiet and at peace.

Wade remained quiet for a little while, and I liked the way were able to sit there under the moon with no need to fill the silence. It was nice to just sit and watch the way the moonlight reflected off of the water with him. There was no buzz of electricity from appliances, or beeps and whistles from phones, we’d left those in the truck. It was just us and the sounds of nature around us. I don’t think I’ve ever heard so much quiet.

The air grew chilly as the fire started to die and Wade pulled the extra large sleeping bag up around us. He’d even brought pillows and I grinned at him as I turned on mine and ran a finger down his chest. “So, you didn’t put my clothes back on me when you put me to bed, earlier.”

“No, I didn’t think there’d be much point.” His gaze was locked on the roof of the tent, a tiny smile on those lips I loved to nibble on so much. I moved over and put my head on his chest and listened to Wade’s heartbeat under my ear. His steady breathing lifted my head, and I felt soothed, an unfamiliar sensation for me.

There had never been any affection, no hugs, no love in my relationships in the past. It has all been perfunctory touches, the bare minimum of what was needed, even with my father. I can almost remember my mother’s touch. Time had dimmed that memory, however, and sometimes I wondered if

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