Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law

I knew very little of Spencer's life before I arrived at the pack; he's kind of a closed

book despite our close friendship. But I have heard that his grandmother basically

raised him after his parents passed away. He was only a young boy at the time,

and whatever happened, it shaped who he was as a person.

Deciding to change the subject, I said, "Well, I guess I'll be the judge of your

cooking, and I'll let you know if it's good enough to snag a lady."

He grinned, the tension between us seeming to loosen.

I watched as he cooked; I sat at the island counter, watching how serious he was

when he cut the ingredients on the cutting board.

"We should head back to the pack tomorrow," I tell him, breaking the silence that

started to consume us. "I don't want to be away too long. I just needed some

space from everything."

I fully plan on resolving things with Gavin; I was hurt by what he had said to me

earlier, but at the end of the day, I knew in my heart what I had to do. It was going

to be hard, though, because I didn't want to say goodbye to the friends I've made

in this pack.

My wolf whimpered inside of me, being away from Gavin was tough on her, and I

felt bad. There was also a lingering unease deep within her... or maybe it was

deep within me? I couldn't quite tell where this unease was coming from, but it

was itching for me to return to the pack. I realized I didn't have my beeper or

gamma phone on me, and suddenly, I was feeling a bit detached from the others.

I knew that they wouldn't call me for anything now that Sampson knew of my

pregnancy, but I'd at least still feel like part of the team, and I'd be able to read thenoveldrama

group texts as they came through.

"Yeah," Spencer said without looking at me. "If you think you're ready, we can

return tomorrow."

"I just needed the night to think about things," I told him. "I needed space from

everyone. I appreciate you for sharing your special place with me."

He nodded, his face unreadable as he continued to cook.

"Of course," he said, a forced smile on his lips.

Why was he giving me a forced smile suddenly? Had I said something to upset

him?

By the time he finished cooking, the entire kitchen smelled incredible. My mouth

was watering as he passed a plate of food in my direction. He grabbed himself a

plate as well and sat beside me.

"I hope it tastes okay," he said, a little shyly, which I found kind of adorable.

"It smells delicious," I tell him reassuringly as I scoop up some of the risotto and

bring it to my lips.

I wrapped my lips around the spoon,

closing my eyes as the taste

exploded in my mouth. I couldn't

help the moan that escaped my lips

completely unaware that Spencer

was watching me with wide eyes.

"This is divine," I tell him, going for another spoonful. I wiggled in my seat, a little

happy dance from this incredible food that my mouth was being gifted with.

I don't miss the small blush that decorates Spencer's nose and cheeks.

"I'm glad you like it," he said softly, his eyes never leaving my mouth as my lips

wrapped around the spoon again.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked, once I realized his food remained untouched,

and he seemed almost frozen in place as he watched me eat.

He blinked a few times, and it looked as if I had just slapped him. He cleared his

throat and glanced at his place.

"Yeah," he murmured, spooning some of the food and bringing it to his mouth.

We continued to eat in silence, and

the longer the silence stretched, the

more anxiety I started to feel. Once

we were done, Spencer grabbed

both plates and started to clean.

"Guest room is the first door on the

right," he tells me from over his

shoulder. "It has its own bathroom

too. I built it myself. Feel free to

shower or whatever. You should get

some rest, too."

I nodded as I slid off the stool.

"Thanks, Spencer," I tell him sincerely. "I honestly appreciate it."

I turned at that moment and started towards the guest room, my mind rattling and

my belly full. I put my hands on my stomach, feeling a warmth spread out from my

fingertips.

And then a pending dread fell over me... a feeling I couldn't quite explain.

But as I walked into the guest room, the only thought I could think was, "Am I

really willing to walk away from my baby's father?"