Chapter １７

" Perhaps you would be interested in joining me on my border patrol?"

He lets go of my hand and walks to the kitchen, where he places my plate and cup beside his own food to eat. Strangers from dinner are leaving the kitchen, waving goodbye or saying good night to Luna. 

As I go out of the eating room, my attention is pulled to a middle-aged lady who is holding two containers. Is the lunch being prepared for her mate or for her family? Fortunately, I'm not too engrossed in my concentration to see David re-enter the dining room. My body tingles and heats even when there isn't a touch or a word spoken. The simple fact of his existence.

"I've never seen them depart with food in their stomachs. Why?" I inquire, my back to David.

Across from me, his arms are crossed and his face is expressionless. I press up against the back of my seat.

"It's not difficult to guess, Susan." He ponders