"So how many siblings do you have?" Edith tried to grill Pat about his family for an hour now. He still will not talk though.
"Maybe a hundred... give or take." He replied sheepishly. Pat was not answering her questions seriously. He wanted to tease her. It gave him comfort, whenever Edith scrunched her forehead out of annoyance.
'Who would have thought that he would end up having a werewolf as a mate.'
"You are really bad at dodging questions, you do know, that right?" Edith quipped. She was trying to do some reverse psychology on him.
"Why are you asking me that? You are the genius between the two of us, my lady. You should know it already." Pat grinned as he grabbed Edith towards the water. They were sitting in the sand bathing in the rays of the afternoon sun.
It was a fine day. T
