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 thesest 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 ind to get to the fridge, I idently


    brushed against Spencer''s coat, which was sprawled on top of the counter,


    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 idently 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 movementing 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 idently 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,


    cing 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 in 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 ind 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 heid 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."


    Iughed.


    "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 everyone


    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 shed 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."