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“W-Where should I put the cans, sir?” I’d been so zoned out that I hadn’t sensed the driver’s arrival. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed Willow was licking her fingers before taking a long gulp of her milk.
Fuck. She’s even hot when she eats.
"Meaning we should feed her more,”my wolf suggested as if it weren’t a life necessity.
Right.
We had to work on that.
“Just a few feet to your right from where my wife is,” I answered in a dismissive manner, my mind already returning to the list of materials I’d need.
“Y-Yes, sir.”
It was the loud thump and lengthy unzipping sound that drew my attention back to where the driver was. He let out a grunt and lifted the cloaked man onto the designated chair where all the magic would happen before he handcuffed the unconscious man’s wrists behind the chair.
Making sure my model was sitting upright like I’d taught him, he turned my way and bowed. “Brought all the cans, sir. Do you need anything else?”
I thought about it while my eyes drifted to Willow once more.
She clearly didn’t give a flying hoot about the body sitting a few short steps from her. She was moving right along to her honey garlic chicken wings.
Such a good girl.
“We’re probably going to need some dessert later.” Now that got my Sweetness’s interest as her head darted my way like a hawk.So fucking cute.“One fudge sundae with extra fudge, a strawberry sundae with extra strawberries, and a caramel sundae. Make sure they add some caramel sauce on the side.”
“Yes, sir!” he replied. “Time frame, sir?”
“Two hours is plenty. Make sure they’re delivered carefully and securely, just in case we go into overtime.” My attention was still on Willow and I could see the glimmer of excitement brewing through her aura.
Maybe we would go into overtime.
"Yes, sir. Be back soon.”
He left as swiftly as he came, and I finally tugged my blindfold off and worked on opening my eyes. Everything was black at first, but with a few blinks, I could dimly see a few things. It was like being in a darkly lit photography room for developing photos.
Progress.
"Are you checking to see if you can see without magic?” Willow inquired. She was already done with her wings and wiping down her fingers with one of those sealed cleaning napkins. She then grabbed some sanitizer and began to wipe her hands down before she used another sanitary cloth to clean her mouth.
“Ya,” I admitted. “A tiny bit of progress.”
Her whole mood seemed to further uplift at the news.
“Does that mean if we keep…uh…” She trailed off as she pondered the best way of saying what she wished to say.
“Fucking?” I summed up.
“Right.” Her smile was priceless. “Fucking. Your sight may come back entirely.”
“Maybe,” I wasn’t sure, but I actually held a bit hope now that McClair had mentioned it. “Guess we’ll wait and see.”
“So,” she began, and her smile was sultry in nature. “Wife, huh?”
“Oh.” I hadn’t clued in on that, but I shrugged. “We’re bonded. That basically means we’re married.”
“Um, no,” she pointed out and rested her arms on her crossed legs. “If we’re gonna hop on the married train, I got conditions.”
“Really?” This was getting amusing. “What would my Sweetness like?”
