Melinda’s Wolves(35)
Trace hesitated. “I’m not sure how to respond to that,” he teased.
She slapped his chest. “Just drive.”
They were all quiet on the way back to her condo.
When they pulled up, Keegan reached into the bag of food and handed her a sandwich. “We’ll go run a few errands. You take your time. Call us when you want us to come back.”
“I don’t have your numbers.” She dug her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Keegan.
He took it from her and plugged in both his number and Trace’s before handing it back. “There. I even put us on the top of your favorites list.” He kissed her gently and opened the truck door.
As soon as he hopped down and helped her out, he touched her face and licked his lips. “I meant every word I said.”
“I know.” She set her hand on top of his.
“Can I walk you to the door?”
She looked around him. “It’s right there. You can see it. I think I’ll make it.”
She was right. As she left them, her ass swaying in the sexiest fucking jeans he’d ever seen on a woman, he adjusted his dick.
As soon as she was inside, he climbed back into the cab and shut the door.
“Fuck me.” Trace wiped a hand down his face.
“Yeah. No shit.” Keegan faced his mate.
Chapter Eleven
Melinda opened the front door of her condo, totally aware there was someone inside. She couldn’t stop the relief from spreading through her body.
Normally she didn’t care too much for her grandmother’s meddling tendencies. But today, she was grateful Mimi was there waiting. She could use the woman’s advice, as weird as that might seem to someone else.
“Mimi,” she said as she shut the front door. The tears fell immediately, like a dam she’d been holding back for twenty hours finally burst. She dropped her purse and sandwich and rounded the couch to fall into her grandmother’s open arms, sobs wracking her body.
It was the stress. She knew that. But it didn’t change her need for release.
“Child.” Her grandmother kissed her head and wrapped her tiny arms around her middle. This woman was her entire world. Or she had been until last night. Mimi had raised her since she was three years old. There was no other person on Earth she would rather consult with today.
Not even her mother, a woman she’d met yesterday. Even though she knew in her heart they would get to know each other. And eventually Melinda would love the woman, but right now Joyce Hamilton was a stranger.
“Your mother is with Miles and the baby. But she and her mate, Gene, are heading home in the morning. She wanted me to tell you. She didn’t want to bother you right now. They’ll come back soon. Gene has to work,” Mimi said in her knowing voice. It had always been uncanny how much Mimi could discern from a look. Hell, she didn’t need even that most of the time. Like today. She’d shown up at Melinda’s condo at just the right moment.
How the hell she’d known to be there waiting was a mystery.
Not that Melinda didn’t have similar abilities. She too could sense things ahead of time and had been known to drive practically on autopilot to the strangest locations at times with no real knowledge of why.
Occasionally she knew what propelled her to act, but oftentimes, she just acted and let Fate lead her.
Mimi was a tiny woman. She stood at four foot ten on a good day. And the woman was frail. She didn’t weigh a hundred pounds. And this trait had been passed down to Joyce and Melinda, both of whom barely reached five feet.
Mimi lifted Melinda’s head after a few minutes of stroking her hair. “Talk to me.”
Melinda sat upright, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s so overwhelming.”
“Of course it is.” Mimi tucked her hair behind her ear. “But this is what Fate has determined for you, child.”
Melinda was thirty-one years old. It should have sounded strange that her grandmother still called her child. But to Mimi she would always be a child. “There are two of them.” She fiddled with the edge of her T-shirt.
“There are. And that makes you incredibly lucky. Most of us only get one mate. In fact, in all my years, I’ve only known a few distant acquaintances to mate with two men. But think of the benefits.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m still kind of stunned and unsure.”
“The beauty is you don’t have to be sure. It just is. Don’t let your logical brain twist this into something it isn’t.” Mimi lifted Melinda’s chin to meet her gaze. “Reach into your heart, child. You’ll know in your heart this is right. You’re overthinking. This isn’t a logical decision of the brain. It’s a gut instinct. You can use your brain for most aspects of your life, but not this time.