Beckham POV
When I pull into the driveway of our house, Gideon is pacing in my mind. I turn the truck off, but I don't get out. "Alright, what the hell is up with you lately?" "If you got your head out of your a** for just one second you would already have realized what's happening," he says. "Are you kidding me? I don't know what the hell you're going on about. I'm not playing a guessing game with you, Gideon."
"Just f**king spit it out already." He puts up a block and I suddenly wish I could kick my own wolf's a**. I make my way up onto the porch, and I'm just about to grab the door handle when it swings open. Before Stacey can even speak, the smell of coconut and vanilla wraps around me like a blanket. It's the same scent as the one from the bakery.
Stacey, stepping onto the porch,
