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"Really?"

He kissed her. "Yeah. Besides I can think of several other things you're good at."

"Is that so?"

He kissed her neck and then licked down to her collarbone, swirling his tongue at the base of her throat. Makayla moved her hand to the front of his jeans to find him hard.

"Well, I can think of a few things you aren't so bad at yourself," she said.

He reached under her t-shirt and unclasped her bra before sliding both to the floor.

"You think so?" He licked over her breast then picked her up, carried her to the couch in the corner, and laid her on it.

She pulled off his flannel and flung it away. He kissed her breasts again as her fingers played across the scar on his shoulder where he'd been shot.

Yes, he was good at many things, but most of all at giving her unconditional support. When she'd told Caleb of her plans to buy the strip mall from his dad and turn it into local businesses, he simply asked what he could do to help. And when she'd asked him to help her paint, overhaul, and furnish the bakery, he just smiled and told her he'd do whatever she wanted. Everything she asked for he obliged her, more than happy to help.

In return, she helped him finish the cabin and start a raised bed garden. She'd even let him take her fishing and hunting.

In the last six months, she'd learned just how lucky she was to have the gods smile down on her and give her a mate like Caleb.

"Caleb." Makayla raked her nails through his hair. "You know I do really, really love you."

He slid his hand down the front of her leggings, teasing her with his strong fingers and making her whine with need.

"I really, really love you too, babe."