The next day started out as normal as it could, all things considered. I woke with Grim beside me, his face buried in my hair and firmly keeping me close. With much difficulty, for he certainly made it difficult, I managed to slip out of his hold. After a quick shower, I proceeded to help my mother with the bakery, ordering new equipment and immediately getting swamped with werewolf customers and elderly neighborhood women enjoying the sight of the gorgeous beings.
It was so busy in our tiny bakery that my mother was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement.
Grim joined us soon after, freshly showered— and thankfully, properly dressed.
For most of the morning, he had his eyebrows furrowed as he looked toward the streets as if he was expecting someone to arrive. He
