#Chapter44
With her fingers twisting against each other, Imara stood on the porch, searching the darkness for signs of the wolf. /"Do you think he’s alright, Thorin? I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him. I knew we should have taken him inside to live with us./"
A smirk rose on Thorin’s lips as he looked up from his guitar. /"I’m sure he’s fine, Darlin. Try not to worry yourself into a fit./"
Her hand pushed against her hip, and she lifted to her tip-toes to see over the bushes. It was a week since she saw Ben last, and her entire body ached to have him touch her one more time.
She slumped down on the swing beside Thorin as she gave up and rested her head on his shoulder. /"I wonder where he’s been./"
His Savannah drawl puffed through her hair after he kissed the top of his head. /"Are we talking about the wolf or Ben?/"
