“What?”
“When pregnant ladies are near their due dates, they get the urge to get their house ready for their baby. Werewolves have the same urge, but for their mate. That’s why everyone was pretty surprised to see Rocco’s place in such bad shape.”
“I guess that explains the tampons,” I told the wolf, who snorted and then nodded.
“Yep,” Dax agreed. “Is this the furniture?” He gestured to the stack of boxes, remaining near the entryway until I nodded and waved him toward it.
“Go ahead. I can go ask Elliot for help if it’s too heavy.”
“We’ll see,” Dax grabbed the first box without a problem. “Which room do you want this in?”
The one on top was a nightstand; from what I’d seen when I checked it out, there were two identical full sets of furniture.
“Either one. Half the stuff will go in Rocco’s, half will go in mine,” I explained.
Dax shot me a frown as he headed toward the stairs. “Rocco bought two separate sets of furniture?”