Brody.
I was a man of few words, especially when it came to matters of the heart. And yet, tonight, as I prepared a simple meal for Tamzin, I couldn't shake the nerves. She was coming over—Tamzin, the woman who had gradually crept into my every thought, making her presence felt even when she wasn't around. The thought of her being here, in my space, eating a meal I made, made my heart race faster than a sprint in wolf form.
The kitchen was quiet as I moved about, chopping vegetables and seasoning the meat just the way I thought she'd like it. Simple. Nothing too fancy. Just a warm meal. But even in the silence, I could hear the thoughts swirling around in my head—thoughts I couldn't escape. She was beautiful, fierce, everything I admired in a woman, but she also terrified me. Her independence, her quiet strength, her loyalty to my brother, Alastair—it all complicated things, made me second-guess what I was feeling.
