Chapter 628
Judy's POV
I could hear the shower from the living room. Spencer excused himself to shower,
leaving me alone for the time being. There were no TVs, probably because there
was no cable this deep in the forest, but there were a ton of books. I didn't know
Spencer was a reader; we never really talked about it these last couple of weeks.
After going through some of the books on his shelf, I decided to go into the
kitchen to grab a drink of water. I hadn't realized how parched I was until that very
moment. But my throat was dry, probably from how much I was crying. I stepped
into the modernly updated kitchen, surprised by how spacious and beautiful it
was. It didn't look like a kitchen in a cabin, but a kitchen in a loving home.
As I walked around the granite counter island to get to the fridge, I accidently
brushed against Spencer's coat, which was sprawled on top of the counter,
landing it on the ground. I quickly grabbed it and was about to place it back on the
counter when something fell out of his pocket.
I frowned down at the masking spray.
Masking spray isn't supposed to leave the pack ground without the Alpha's
permission; he could have accidently put it in his pocket and brought it with him. It
wasn't unlikely that he'd forget about it, so I put the masking spray back into his
pocket, which is when my fingers brushed across something else.
It was a piece of paper. Against my better judgment, I pulled the paper out of his
pocket and unfolded it, furrowing my brows when I saw that they were
coordinates.
Coordinates for what?
I tried to think back: the coordinates were somewhat familiar, but I didn't have
enough time to analyze them too closely.
I heard the shower turning off and movement coming from the bathroom around
the corner, and I knew I needed to put this stuff away before he caught me
snooping. I grabbed a sticky note off the fridge and a pen out of the pen cup. I
scribbled down the coordinates on the sticky and shoved it into my bra. Just as I
heard the bathroom door opening, I shoved the original coordinate paper back
into Spencer's coat pocket.
"What are you doing with my coat?" Spencer asked, frowning as he walked into
the kitchen.
"Oh, I accidently knocked it down," I confessed. "I was just picking it back up.
Sorry."
He nodded and reached for his coat.
"It's fine. So, are you hungry? I can
make some food," he suggested,
placing his coat on the back of the
dining chair before turning to face
me, asmile lighting up his boyish
features. Now that he was showered
and changed out of his gamma
uniform, he looked more like the
friend I was starting to know.
He wore a plain T-shirt and a pair of
shorts that rested at his knees.
Spencer admittedly had a nice body,
but it only brought me back to Gavin,
who had the body of a God. I don't
think anyone could ever be as good
ashim, and my cheeks flushed at
the very thought.
"I could eat," I tell him.
He nodded and walked around the kitchen island to reach the fridge. He started to
pull out ingredients, and my brows raised. I imagined he would make something
frozen, so this was a surprising turn of events.
"You cook?" I asked him as he laid out the ingredients.
He grinned.
"I make some pretty mean dishes," he told me with a slight shrug. "I'm making
risotto. It's my grandmother's recipe."
"Did she teach you how to cook?" I asked, trying to make conversation to distract
myself.
"Yeah, she always said a way to a woman's heart is through her stomach," he
said with a light chuckle. "She said she wanted to teach me to cook so I don't die
alone."
I laughed.
"Your grandmother is a wise
woman," I tell him. I've met her a
couple of times, and she's the
sweetest. She always has
home cooked meals prepared and
baked goods that make her entire
small home smell incredible.
Spencer's grandmother wasn't just
his, she was everybody's. She shined
a light on the pack, and everyonenoveldrama
could feel it. I'm honored to have
met her, and the heart of this pack.
"She's one of the best," Spencer agreed with a thoughtful smile. But I didn't miss
the lingering darkness that flashed through them, and it made me frown. It was
almost like a dark thought that had crossed his mind.
At that moment, I wondered what he was thinking.
"She's lucky to have someone like you to take care of her," I tell him. "I know
things haven't been easy after your parents died."