They’d been together twice today, yet he wanted nothing more than to pull the truck over and drag her across the console. He’d been told sex was different between mates. It was hotter and eased the loneliness they all carried deep within. If there were any doubts of Isabelle being his mate, that fact alone erased them. “Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet.” Isabelle frowned with concern. “Sorry. I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” “Are you worried about meeting with Drew? Is there something I should know ahead of time?” “No.” He patted her leg. “I’m sure lunch will be fine. Betty will ensure that.” They pulled into the drive and parked. On the way up to the house, she slipped her hand into his. A warm feeling spread through his chest and made him smile. Drew greeted them at the door. “Ah. Good.” He gestured for them to enter. “I’m starved.” Betty was drying her hands on a towel when she entered the room.
