Chapter 183

Silvia Three Months Later. " How are you feeling ?" I asked, gazing across the table at Sherman. We were tucked into a private booth at Bella Notte, an intimate Italian place downtown that felt like a warm embrace. My mate looked magnificent. His navy suit hugged his powerful shoulders perfectly, and the crimson tie was a sharp slash of color against the dark fabric. I'd worn my red off-shoulder dress on purpose, and judging by how his eyes kept drifting to my exposed collarbone, the choice had been a good one. Sherman didn't answer right away. He just looked at me with that soft expression I'd missed so much. It was part wonder, part sheer relief. " Shouldn't I be the one asking you that ?" he finally said, his voice low and warm. My wolf, Keal, practically purred inside me. It had been too long since I'd seen his real smile reach his eyes. For months after the shooting, he'd worn his trauma like a second skin, a wall not even I could fully breach. It took a solid month after I was di