Protecting What's Hers (To Love And Defend Book 2) by Daniella Starre

Author:Daniella Starre [Starre, Daniella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: To Love And Defend Series, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Adult Themes, The Werewolf Shifters Mate, Supernatural Fantasy, Protection & Safety, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Multicultural & Interspecies Relationships, Romantic Schemes, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Mythical Creatures, Action & Adventure, Violence & Crime Story, SciFi Fantasy Romance, Hearts Desire, Futuristic, Beautiful & Feisty, Genetic Engineering Fiction, Fated Mates Romance, Furever Shifter Mates
Publisher: Daniella Starre
Published: 2018-03-27T04:00:00+00:00

6

Clint wished he could bite off his tongue. Mandy had finally seemed like she was getting her mind off of her problems, and what did he do? Open up the can of worms again. Rip off the band aid without any warning. Twist the knife a little deeper.

“Are you hungry or thirsty?” he asked, desperate to change the subject.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, staring at the beige carpet.

Clearly not. Clint had learned a long time ago from his three sisters that if a woman said “fine,” she was anything but.

“Does that mean hungry and thirsty?” he asked, trying to coax a grin out of her.

She side-eyed him. “Are you trying to say that you’re hungry? Your stomach going to growl again?”

“Hey, I’m a growing boy.”

“You’re not going to grow any taller.”

He patted his stomach. His shirt hid his six-pack. “Are you trying to tell me I’m only going to grow wider?”

Mandy’s smile was a bit forced.

“Do you have any chocolate?” he asked, standing and heading toward the kitchen.

“I don’t live here anymore. I’m not sure. My mom usually does. Why?” she asked, following him.

“Why? Are you kidding me? What woman doesn’t want chocolate?”

“You do realize that’s sexist, don’t you?”

“Do you not like chocolate?”

She hesitated. “I do,” she admitted slowly, a slight curl to her lips.

“Then am I wrong?”

“Not in this instance. Let’s see. Here are some chocolate bars.”

“Good.” Clint accepted the bars and put them on the counter. “I need sugar, eggs, flour, and baking powder.”

“What are you doing?” she asked suspiciously.

He laughed. “Baking you something. Unless you think your mom will object?”

“A guy who can cook,” she said.

“Not cook. Bake. I can heat up soup. Make toast. Throw together sandwiches. That’s about it. I can’t grill hamburgers or hot dogs. I don’t mess around with chicken. I can’t cook. It’s too lonely.”

“Cooking is lonely?”

He grimaced. “When you’re cooking for one it is.”

Mandy winced, and he wished he could swallow his foot.

“If I were a bag of flour, where would I be?” he muttered, opening a few cabinets before locating the baked goods.

He set about mixing and measuring, although he didn’t use measuring cups. Mandy watched him, but he could tell that she didn’t think his concoction would turn out. Once he put it in the oven, he patted his hands.

“Now, we wait,” he said.

“How long?”

“Now who’s the eager beaver?” he teased.

“I have no patience.”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“Maybe being good is overrated,” she shot back.

Immediately, his mind raced with all kinds of inappropriate ways they could not be good but rather bad. And not in the kitchen but in the bedroom.

Calm down, boy.

He cleared his throat. “Milk. Can’t have chocolate without milk.”

Mandy walked over to the fridge and removed an nearly empty half gallon. “We’ll have to split it.”

He’d found the cups while searching earlier, and he removed two. Mandy poured basically a few swallows into each.

They chatted about his work and her childhood here in Hazel Park.

At one point, Mandy blurted, “Mom never understood why you are single.

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