“What are you doing here?” I asked, happy to see him but still surprised.
I was almost certain that he had a million things to do for the pack and the territory. He always did. He glanced around the field.
“What else does one do on a field?” Candido asked and eyed me. “In athletic clothing?”
I pouted at him. “You know that’s not what I meant!”
Candido grinned. His eyes twinkled with mischief, making him seem so young and carefree. It was rare to see him like this, but it filled me with joy and hope. Maybe I was just a little girl in his eyes, but he was comfortable with me, and that was a better start than being a beautiful woman whom he couldn’t trust.
“My little girl wants to be on the rugby team,” Candido said. “Of course, I’m here to help.”
I dropped my gaze. “Losing weight—”
