Page 43 of Kitten Kisses

“Because Slater just offered him free funeral services.” Alex kissed her cheek.

“I knew I liked you.” Her small arms trapped him in a hug. He was careful hugging her back since she was so tiny.

William had been too. If he hadn’t been a complete asshole to his family, Slater might have felt guilty about threatening someone so small.

“Oh!” Becky released Slater so fast she nearly tumbled. Now he saw where his mate inherited his balance and coordination from. That was fine with Slater. He adored his new klutzy family.

She returned with some mail. “I have no idea why this was sent here instead of your apartment.” She handed it to Alex.

His mate had put in an address change at the post office, so technically, it should have been delivered to Slater’s house.

With a furrowed brow, Alex opened the letter and read it. His eyebrows shot up as his mouth dropped open in shock.

“What is it?” his mom asked anxiously. “What’s going on, Alex?”

“I finally understand why William has been trying to make amends with me.” He looked between them.

“Don’t keep us waiting,” Slater said, keeping the growl out of his tone.

“His mother named me as her beneficiary.” Alex swallowed hard. I wasn’t even aware she passed away. We were never close.”

“That’s because she refused to have a relationship with her son,” Becky explained. “Your father tried to be just as controlling with her, and she wasn’t having it.” She glanced at the letter. “How much did she leave you?”

His mate still seemed in shock, the letter clutched tightly in his hand. “Two million dollars.”

“Oh, Alex! I’m so happy for you!” She swept her son into her arms, beaming with joy.

Slater was also incredibly happy for his mate. But he’d just received something priceless in the driveway. His mate’s declaration of love.

“I’m buying you a house, Mom,” Alex said with the biggest smile Slater had ever seen.

Alex turned to look at him.

Slater leaned down and whispered into his mate’s ear, “You can buy me a cup of coffee, hummingbird.”

“As long as I get to handle your cream,” he whispered right back.

THE END