#Chapter 387 – What Kind of Mate?

Cora “They think they’re being subtle,” I whisper, smiling as Sinclair closes the RV’s door behind him, the last to “disappear” from our little circle around the fire. “I’m not complaining,” Roger murmurs, slipping an arm around my shoulder. “Are you, little mate?” I laugh lightly at the nickname, shaking my head at him. “It still doesn’t work, Roger,” I say, leaning closer to him, though the camping chairs make it hard to get as close as I’d like to be. “I’ve told you before – I’m not little.” “Sure you are,” he replies, grinning at me. “I’m not!” I say, laughing. “Ella’s the little one,” I continue, “I’m tall – I’m not –“ “You’re little to me,” he interrupts, moving his chair closer so that he can tuck his face between my neck and my shoulder, breathing deeply in – I think savoring the way that I smell, which sends a little thrill through me. I lower my own head and breathe in Roger’s own unique scent, letting it flood my senses. God, does h