The Wolf’s Auctioned Mate: Small Town Wolf Shifter Romance (Beaufort Creek Shifters Book 9) by Layla Silver

Author:Layla Silver [Silver, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10 - Laurencia

Dishes were piling up in the sink. Napkins were overflowing on the counter. The new convection toaster oven that Wendell had seen fit to purchase was taking up so much space that my jars had nowhere to go. Chaos had bloomed in my apartment, and I wasn’t having a good time with it.

Steam hissed from the tea kettle on the stove. I used a kitchen towel to take it off the burner and set it aside, moving to work with the only counter space I had left. The baby blue porcelain teapot that Grandpappy had gifted me had lucky cats painted on it along with tiny gold coins.

Good luck, he said. You always needed lots of good luck.

I sighed while scooping a heaping serving of prickly pear and hibiscus tea into the teapot. Once the water was added, I set the lid on teapot and watched it steep for a moment.

“Ren, if you brood over the tea, you’ll spoil it.”

I smiled back at the old man seated on the ground in front of the coffee table. White hair gathered around her widow’s peak, making his golden tan skin look more leathery than usual. Thin limbs sported a beige tunic and gray sweatpants. His toes were bare, wiggling underneath the table like a giddy boy.

My smile went lopsided. “I know, Grandpappy.”

He gestured to me to hurry up.

Laughter took the place of annoyance in my heart. Having Grandpappy here cleared whatever rotten energy had accumulated over the last week. Wendell was working on the treehouse, trying to rush through the renovations so he could get to fulfill his promises to our alphas.

The teapot was moved to the tray along with two small porcelain cups in saucers and a plate of cinnamon toast. I carried them to the coffee table, set them down, and started preparing his tea just how he liked it—with a slice of lime and two scoops of brown sugar.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked with a sigh. “And don’t say it’s because you ran out of oat creamer. I already checked your fridge.”

My eyes rolled. “Grandpappy.”

“You can’t hide anything from me.”

“No, but I can choose whether or not to share.”

He smiled gently. “Yes, that’s true. I’ve always given you the option.” He lifted his cup, the liquid sloshing inside from him shaking. “Damn medication.”

“What does Dr. Windsor have you on now?”

“Blood pressure stuff.” He waved the question away. “I’m more concerned about you.”

I sighed. That was just how he was, more concerned with everyone else than himself. “You probably need to eat with it. Here—Have some toast—Yeah, there you go. Dig in. That should help a lot.”

Grandpappy munched happily on the toast while I sat my teacup in its saucer. I stared into the liquid. Creamy bubble-gum pink rippled then settled. It smelled like the old gum I used to chew whenever Grandpappy took me to the market. Smells like my dreams, I would tell him.

My heart was hurting. “It’s cramped in here.”

“It’s a small space.”

“I mean, with Wendell.

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