Laura shook her head, refusing to tell where she'd put it. She watched him look, but knew he wasn't really upset about the photo when he gave up and sat down next to her. When he warned he'll go straight for her mother's photos of her, she said, "Maybe I can talk her into not bringing any when she visits this thanksgiving." Then sighed, "Naa, as soon as I tell her about you she'll probably bring all of the photo albums."
She was sitting close beside him, without thinking she'd reached over and laid her hand on top of his. Was she really meant to be with him? According to his soul tool she was, but what Dea want? It hit her then that she'd spent most of her time worry that he'd be disapointed if she were meant to be his mate that she didn't bother to ask herself if she wanted to be his mate. She didn't want either of them to die, and they seem to get along perfectly. His parents liked her, she knew her parents would like him. She liked him, but could they love each other?