I slowly walked out of the house to greet them. My father remained cold towards me, and Sarah stepped inside without saying a word. Ethan hugged me briefly before also heading inside. Only Emett stopped. It was then that I noticed he was holding three pheasants.
"I got these for you," Emett said, handing me the pheasants. I accepted them. "Thank you. I’ll prepare them."
"No rush," he replied, but his gaze made me feel uneasy. It was the first time I noticed admiration in his warm, brown eyes.
As he stepped closer, I caught a whiff of the familiar unpleasant odour he often carried, and I noticed his unkempt beard.
I liked him as a person, but I couldn’t envision him as my husband. After experiencing the profound love that only true mates can share, along with the intoxicating desire th
