Their Mating Illusion [Paranormal Protection Unit 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page B

then constructed his much larger, more elaborate sandwich. Once completed, he put everything away, collected bowls, and split the soup between the two.
    “Because I’m just sitting here thinking that it is very good to be me right now because I’ve got you. You are my mate. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. I was sitting here thinking of just how lucky that I am,” she admitted. “And that is why I’m looking so nice and smug, darling, because I know that the rest of forever I get to spend with you.”
    “Well, all right then,” he said, taking the dishes to the table. Going back, he collected napkins and silverware. “What would you like to drink? Water, juice, milk, beer, and possibly a couple sips of mildly stale wine.” Does wine go stale?
    “I’ve never been an alcohol drinker, at all,” she admitted. “I think that since this is an easy and simple meal I will take water. Maybe later I will have some milk but if your fridge is as barren as you are saying I’m totally checking the expiration date first and smelling it, too, because I totally don’t want to drink cottage cheese.”
    “Probably the wise and best choice,” he told her honestly. Getting them both glasses of water with a couple ice cubes, he carried them to the table. “We’ll pick up all fresh tomorrow. I would hate to poison you the first night we’re together.”
    “I would hate that as well,” Maya agreed with a grin. Taking a seat at the table with him, she paused and reached out, taking his hand with hers. “We will make this work. We will find a balance and a life together. Right?” Insecurities rose up and bitch slapped her when she wasn’t paying attention and right now she was going for round ten with her insecurities.
    “Of course we will,” he said quietly. Lifting her hand, he pressed a kiss to her fingers. “I want this to work, Maya. I want us to work. I know I’m not always the most communicative person on the planet. I kind of tend to live off in my own world. But I want us to be everything we can be to one another and more.”
    “Don’t worry,” she promised him with a grin. “I have a feeling that I will be able to pull you to Earth with me from time to time.” She teased. Of that she was sure. “Besides, from time to time I will need for you to pull me out of my head as well, darling.”
    Smiling at her words, he kissed her fingers again. “Eat up for now. We have a tour to do so you don’t get lost around here,” he murmured, letting her hand go. He didn’t want to but he also needed her to eat. She looked like she needed a good meal and a good night’s sleep. The least he could do was give her one of the two.
    “Right, your home is a great deal larger than it looked outside.” Which was odd. It had to be because of the wooded lot that the home backed out onto. “I honestly hadn’t expected your home to be so clean, so orderly. Not trying to be mean or anything, but you are a bachelor and they are notoriously messy.” Or so she had heard.
    “I have my moments,” he assured her with a smile. “But I also have a cleaning lady who comes around every two weeks. Plus I don’t like a mess around me when I’m working so it kind of carries over into my home life. So”—he shrugged—“you happen to have one of the few bachelors in town that’s neat and tidy.”
    That had her grinning. “I like it,” she admitted. “I don’t like clutter either. Mostly because I walk in my sleep and, if there is clutter, then I trip and fall and it’s just all kinds of difficult to explain away a black eye or broken arm,” she added with a shrug. “And yeah, I’ve done both. So when I walk, don’t wake me. Just steer me back to bed.”
    “Right, steering I can do,” he assured her with a smile. “I know not to wake a sleepwalker. I’ve read all the studies on it,” he commented. At her look he made a face. “I have a lot of time on my hands when I’m doing a hack or digging up