“Shouldn’t you be out helping Caleb?” She asked, walking into the smell of food. Her stomach grumbled and reminded her she needed some of whatever smelled so divine. The night before she’d gone to bed feeling ill and could only hold down some toast.
His gaze jerked up from the pan he was cooking eggs in to stare at her belly then up to her eyes. “Hungry?”
Heat crawled over her cheeks. “From the sounds of my stomach you’d think I’m starving.”
He smiled and pointed to her dining table with a spatula. “Have a seat. I’m about done.”
She glanced at the coffee maker. Damn. He hadn’t made coffee.
“I put some juice on the table for you,” he said.
She searched for the coffee in the usual spot but there was nothing there, and she didn’t feel like figuring out where she might have put it. “Thanks.”
She filled a glass with apple juice and drank it while he served them breakfast. It was weird and nice. “So?”
“So what?” He sat down after placing plate piled high with food in front of her.
“Are we sharing all this food or what? I can’t eat all this.” Though she would certainly try. She picked up a piece of bacon and sighed. Yeah, that was the good stuff. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping Caleb?”
“I’ll see to him in a while.”
She frowned. Helping Caleb get his pack back had been a priority to Nate and Jake lately. Even Nic had mentioned how little she saw of the pain in the ass Wolfe brother also known as Jake.
“I haven’t seen you in too long,” he said, staring deep into her eyes. “I missed you.”
Well, damn. That was nicer than she’d expected. She opened her mouth to tell him, when her cell phone rang.
“Hey, Kel.” She tried the nonchalant approach, hoping he didn’t read into her emotional turmoil. His perception when it came to her was spot on, and she didn’t want to worry him.
“How are you feeling?” Her brother asked.
“Pretty good. I’m about to head in soon.”
“I need to talk to you about mom.”
Uh-oh. Whenever he said that it meant that their mother either needed money because she’d given it to her latest boyfriend, or their sister spent whatever she had on living the high life.
“I’ll see you when I get to school,” she said, not wanting Nate to listen to the family drama she had to deal with regularly. That side of her life wasn’t something she liked to share with anyone.
They ate in silence, and once it was time to go, she noticed Nate watching her.
“Are you okay?” She asked. He’d been quiet and thoughtful. Probably because he preferred to be out doing things with Jake and Caleb than sitting there with her.
“Yeah, how are you feeling?”
She blinked. Oh boy. Tell him now or tell him later? The way he searched her face, as if looking for an extra nose decided it for her. Tell him later. He had a lot on his mind already. “Good.”
“Anything new?”
“Like what?”
Jordan had said she could tell she smelled different. He could probably smell it too. Damn. There went the coward’s way out.
He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. “Oh, I don’t know. Anything you need to tell me?”
She slapped her forehead. Maybe she’d really lost her mind to think a shifter wouldn’t notice. A shifter. “How long have you known?”
He guffawed and she felt stupid for thinking it would be overlooked. “Since I got here last night. Your scent’s changed.”
“I heard,” she mumbled. It was disconcerting to hear him talk about her pregnancy. She still needed to come to terms with it. The idea of being a parent to anything, child or animal scared the bejesus out of her. Hell, thinking of the growing baby turned the juice she’d had into a tornado in her stomach. She stood to grab her work bag but squeaked when he tugged her down to his lap, landing her sideways on him.
“Sweetheart?”
She met his gaze. There was that worried look on him again. “Yes?”
“You know I’m with you all the way in this, right?”
Was he? She’d seen her mother give her father three children only to have to beg him to spend time with her and them. Then she saw it again with every man in her mother’s life. It got so bad her mother would buy them whatever they wanted to see if they’d show her the love they promised, but it was useless. Men were good at saying what women wanted to hear. She’d rather see it in actions. As it was, Nate had spent too little time with her for her to know how much he was willing to take on.
“We’ll see,” she answered. It frustrated her how he expected her to just take his word for it like they had any type of history. As far as she was concerned all Nate had done was flirt with her and give her great orgasms. Other than that she had very little to go on.