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I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs stopping only when I got to the front of the house.

How can she say that? She was embarrassed? Of me? What's there to be embarrassed about?

"What's got your pants in a twist?" I heard suddenly making me look at Roxy that leaned in to look at my eyes.

"Move away from me," I said rolling my eyes.

"Hey, calm down. I don't want your mate going all wolfy or witchy on me. Her scent is like all over you." She replied leaning back.

I said nothing and only turned my head to look at another side.

"So tell me, wolf- I mean, Christopher... What's got your pants in a twist?" She asked again.

I turned my head back to her and was about to abuse her when I bit my tongue. Hold on, she's a girl. Even though she might be old, like really old... She would have experience.

"Say, Roxy..." I started and I saw her eyes piqued with interest.

"Always love poking your into people's business," I muttered to myself.

"I heard that." She said pursing her lips.