“Wyatt is one lucky man.” He growled. He gave me a gentle kiss so he didn’t smear my makeup, and went into the bathroom, starting the shower. I heard someone clear their throat from the doorway while I was in my closet grabbing a clutch. I stepped out and Wyatt whistled.
“You look just as good, if not better.” I said, letting my eyes trail over his body. He wore a pair of black slacks that were tailored to fit him snugly, with a black button up cuffed between his elbows and wrist, his tie the same color as my dress. He shook his head and laughed.
“Are you ready babygirl? I’m hungry.” I was about to answer when my stomach growled, answering for me. He laughed again, taking my hand and leading me down the stairs. There were a few wolves standing around, some of them just returning from t
