“And then we can get back to the kissing? Deal.” He grinned at her, his teeth flashing white. “Oh, and head’s up. My grampa is upstairs waiting to meet you.”
Well now. “That was quick. What did you do, teleport him in while I was exploring?”
Mark guided them upward, the long risers of the stairs passing underfoot as he held her arm. “He spent the night. He’s got a place in the seniors lodge, but he loves coming over when he can. It’s because of him…”
His voice faded away and her curiosity tweaked. Before she could ask him more, though, distraction in the form of incredible shiny things burst into view. “Oh, Mark. It’s lovely.”
The top of the third flight of stairs opened in a large circular room, aged hardwood underfoot, gold fixtures. Behind the enormous windows of the upper level of the paddle wheeler, the spread of Haines Bay was revealed, sun shimmering off the water like millions of diamonds.
All her plans would fit perfectly in the space. The dining hall would go here. She spun and grinned harder as she spotted a wood-burning fireplace already settled against the north wall, comfortable chairs gathered around it. A passage led toward the back where she imagined the bedrooms and bath were hidden.
Even the kitchen was like she’d envisioned it, with brass instead of gold in the finishing touches. Industrial-sized ovens, two of them, were mounted on the wall, along with a double-sized fridge and a stovetop that had enough burners she imagined they could cook dinner for a couple dozen without batting an eye.
She rested her elbows on the enormous island and stared around her happily. It. Was. Perfect.
Her gaze fell on Mark, and his expression made her pause. “What?”
“You don’t even know you’re doing it, do you?”
“Doing what?” Tessa straightened and joined him. Adjusted his collar. Brushed a spot of dust off his elbow. Turned to look out—
She was jerked to a stop as Mark snagged her around one wrist. He kept a firm grip as he led her toward the comfortable chairs by the fireplace. “You took off like a whirling dervish. I think you set new land-speed records as you raced around the place.”
“I love the house.” He’d said not to apologize anymore, so she wouldn’t, focusing instead on how incredible the place was. “You’ve done a wonderful job up here.”
“Thanks. The kitchen was my parents’ fault. They’re both gourmet chefs, and that was their idea of basic necessities.”
Oh, nice. Another point in his favour. “Does that mean you can cook?”
Mark nodded. “Fairly well.”
“Don’t you let him tell you lies, young lady.” An elderly gentleman emerged from a door down the hall. He paced toward them, his grey and white hair contrasting with the leathery brown of his skin. “My grandson is a marvelous cook. Although I’m the one you want to call to man the barbeque.”
She accepted his offered hand and shook it firmly. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Tessa Williams.”
“My grandfather, Josiah.” Mark fidgeted for a moment, the action looking strange on his big bulk. “I’ll just…ahhh, put on the water for drinks.”
He’d reached the point where he either had to run away and do something stupid like make tea, or Tessa would end up back in his arms. She’d made it clear their situation wasn’t going to proceed as normal.
Damn. Drat. Shit.
Mark opened the freezer but resisted sticking his head inside, instead allowing the icy coldness to pour over his heated skin to give him a little relief.
His mate wanted nothing to do with him. Well, maybe that wasn’t accurate. She’d kissed him back eagerly enough. She’d been eyeing him with a rather pleased expression on her face, so there was hope, albeit smaller than he’d like.
At this moment he’d prefer them to be tucking themselves away in the master bedroom and checking out the springs on the mattress, although, Gramps…
Gramps was a wolf. He’d understand. But no, instead of answering the burning call igniting his every inch, he was farting around in the kitchen listening to the melodious sound of her voice as she chatted with Gramps.
Tessa laughed, and his body reacted.
He stared across the room and considered his options. She seemed serious about waiting. How on earth would he manage that when his wolf rustled hard enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin? Or out of his clothes and into his fur, if nothing else.
He grabbed his phone off the table where he had his work spread out, slipping toward the balcony door. “I’ll be a minute. Gramps, if you want to show her the rest of the upstairs, go for it.”
Mark didn’t wait for them to respond, just shoved the French doors open and fled into the fresh air. Running away from the scent of her in the hopes he’d be able to find a little more control.