Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 629

I knew very little of Spencer’s life before I arrived at the pack; he’s kind of a closed book despite our close friendship. But I have heard that his grandmother basically raised him after his parents passed away. He was only a young boy at the time, and whatever happened, it shaped who he was as a person.

Deciding to change the subject, I said, “Well, I guess I’ll be the judge of your cooking, and I’ll let you know if it’s good enough to snag a lady.”

He grinned, the tension between us seeming to loosen.

I watched as he cooked; I sat at the island counter, watching how serious he was when he cut the ingredients on the cutting board.

“We should head back to the pack tomorrow,” I tell him, breaking the silence that started to consume us. “I don’t want to be away too long. I just needed some space from everything.”

I fully plan on resolving things with Gavin; I was hurt by what he had said to me earlier, but at the end of the day, I knew in my heart what I had to do. It was going to be hard, though, because I didn’t want to say goodbye to the friends I’ve made in this pack.

My wolf whimpered inside of me, being away from Gavin was tough on her, and I felt bad. There was also a lingering unease deep within her… or maybe it was deep within me? I couldn’t quite tell where this unease was coming from, but it was itching for me to return to the pack. I realized I didn’t have my beeper or gamma phone on me, and suddenly, I was feeling a bit detached from the others.

I knew that they wouldn’t call me for anything now that Sampson knew of my pregnancy, but I’d at least still feel like part of the team, and I’d be able to read the group texts as they came through.

“Yeah,” Spencer said without looking at me. “If you think you’re ready, we can return tomorrow.”

“I just needed the night to think about things,” I told him. “I needed space from everyone. I appreciate you for sharing your special place with me.”

He nodded, his face unreadable as he continued to cook.

“Of course,” he said, a forced smile on his lips.

Why was he giving me a forced smile suddenly? Had I said something to upset him?

By the time he finished cooking, the entire kitchen smelled incredible. My mouth was watering as he passed a plate of food in my direction. He grabbed himself a plate as well and sat beside me.

“I hope it tastes okay,” he said, a little shyly, which I found kind of adorable.

We continued to eat in silence, and the longer the silence stretched, the more anxiety I started to feel. Once we were done, Spencer grabbed both plates and started to clean.

“Guest room is the first door on the right,” he tells me from over his shoulder. “It has its own bathroom too. I built it myself. Feel free to shower or whatever. You should get some rest, too.”

I nodded as I slid off the stool.

“Thanks, Spencer,” I tell him sincerely. “I honestly appreciate it.”

I turned at that moment and started towards the guest room, my mind rattling and my belly full. I put my hands on my stomach, feeling a warmth spread out from my fingertips.

And then a pending dread fell over me… a feeling I couldn’t quite explain.

But as I walked into the guest room, the only thought I could think was, “Am I really willing to walk away from my baby’s father?”