“Are you going to grab the food?” he asked me. His eyes slid from my face to run over my arms and hands.
“I would, but then my wolf will get all wonky. She’s just as much of an asshole as the people preventing Elliot’s midwife business from taking off,” I said with a sigh.
“Nah, she just knows what she wants and is worried you’ll walk away from it.” He leaned over me, those long-ass arms not having a problem grabbing all four of the plates. He set two of them on my lap, then sat up against the wall as he set his own plates on his thighs. Grabbing his fork and knife, he wasted no time digging into the food, so I didn’t bother hesitating either.
I expected there to be anger between us, or at least awkwardness, but there wasn’t any.
It was actually kind of relaxing.
We ate in peaceful silence, and every time I glanced upward, I could see Zed savoring the food, rolling it around his mouth.
“Proud of what you cooked?” I asked him, between bites.
“Nah. It’s just been a long time since I ate.”
The words may as well have been a knife to the damn chest. My walls went up instantly, and I glared at him. “I didn’t ask you to follow me around the country.”
“You didn’t,” he agreed.
I blinked at him.
He agreed with me?
My walls didn’t come down, but they might’ve wobbled a bit.
“It wasn’t an attack. I was just stating a fact.” He returned to eating, just as slowly as he had been.
I blinked at him again.
That was…
Okay, I didn’t know what it was.
But he had a point.
“Sorry,” I finally said, looking back at my food. My stomach was a little upset after the exchange, and I was no longer hungry.
Setting my fork down, I carefully leaned over and put my plate on the ground. The movement knocked me off balance, and I teetered.
A hand on the back of my bare upper thigh pinned me to the bed and stopped my fall.
My gaze jerked up toward Zed.
He withdrew his hand, satisfied that I’d caught my balance, and continued eating.
Instinct nudged me to demand what it was about me that he didn’t find attractive, or ask why he’d chosen me when I clearly didn’t want to be chosen.
But I ignored it, and instead, went to sleep.
The warm pressure of his side resting against mine made me far too comfortable with him.