"You're not funny," she said.
She took the wine from him and headed to the small kitchenette where she set it by her two-cup coffeepot. She pulled the carafe out and looked at it. "What on earth is going on here?"
"What?"
She met Vane's gaze. "Did you make coffee this morning?"
"Oops," Fury said. "I kind of poofed that in. I probably should have poofed it out once I was finished."
"You think?"
"Be nice to me, man. I don't have to stay here."
"And I don't really have to let you live, either."
"Are you okay?" Bride asked as she replaced the carafe.
Vane smiled and forced his stem expression to relax. "I'm fine."
"This coffee is fresh." She looked down at Fury, then shook her head. "No way. That's just stupid."
"What?"
"Nothing. I won't even say it for fear of being put away for the rest of my life."
She put the wine in the freezer to stay cold while she opened the cabinets and pulled out a saucepan and boiler.
Without thinking, Vane went to the tiny pantry to get the spaghetti sauce.
For some reason, she loved putting it on everything.
"How did you know to go there?" she asked.
Vane cringed. Damn, he shouldn't have known where she kept it. "It seemed the most likely place."
She appeared to accept that.
Fury jumped up and pushed him into Bride. Vane sucked his breath in sharply as their bodies collided and he felt her lush curves against him.
She looked up, her lips parted from her gasp of surprise.
"Sorry," he said, his heart pounding. "The dog hit me."
"I'm not a dog."
"You're going to be dog food if you don't stop."
"Oh c'mon, you idiot. She's your mate. Move on her."
"I can't force her. Believe me, it's something I will not do."
To his surprise, Fury cocked his head and stared up at him. "You know, I think I just learned to respect you for that. You're a good wolf, Vane. Now hand me your shirt and let me outside."
"Do what?" Vane was so stunned that he spoke out loud.
"What?" Bride asked.
"Nothing," he said, wondering at what point tonight she was going to decide he was completely mental.