Page 63 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy

“So what do you say?”

“Yes, to the tour.”

“Ouch. Okay. I’ll take it for now.”

My mate was a feisty one. I could appreciate that.

I looked down at her feet to find her wearing high heels.

“Please tell me you at least have tennis shoes.”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

I huffed. “Well, I could break the heels off. You’d be safer that way out at the farm.”

She shrieked. “You aren’t touching my heels. These are my favorite shoes.”

“Well, this poses a problem. Let’s see if Jessie’s home. Maybe we’ll luck out and you have similar sized feet.” I looked down trying to judge, but what the hell did I know about women’s feet?

She didn’t protest as I took her hand and led her next door.

I knocked and peered through the window to see if she was home. When I finally saw her, I gave a little wave.

“Why are you knocking on my door?” she asked when she opened it and then hugged me.

Tricia growled next to me, and then blushed.

Jessie pulled back and grinned. “You must be the mate.”

“Tricia,” I told her proudly. “Tricia, this is Jessie. My sister-in-law.”

“Hi,” she squeaked.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve been there. Mating is exciting and terrifying at the same time.” She stepped aside to let us in, but looked confused. “Did you walk over?”

“Yup.”

“You walked from home?”

“Yup. All the way from next door.”

“Wait. You’re serious? You’re moving into the house next door?”

“Yes,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. Regardless of what happened. I was moving in there. That much was settled.

She squealed and hugged us both. “This is so exciting. Does Peyton know about you two?”

“No,” I confirmed. “I don’t even think she suspects.”

“She thinks he’s having a nervous breakdown and questioning everything from the last few months. She’s worried about you,” Tricia said.

“She told you that?” I asked guiltily.

“Not exactly, but she was talking to Oliver about it and I wasn’t purposefully listening.”

“It’s okay. If they aren’t in their room with the dampener on, then it’s open conversation,” Jessie told her.

“Dampener? What’s that?”