stuff herself. She sent a friend. I think she was maybe scared of me or something. I tried to talk to her to explain. Calls, texts, emails, letters. She wouldn’t listen and wouldn’t respond to any of it. Just like that, it was over.”
“Hmm,” she said.
“Pretty awful, right?”
“Well, I can see why that would give you trust issues. It’s interesting, though.”
“Interesting? That’s not the response I was expecting.”
“Oh no, it’s awful for sure. But I can imagine exactly how painful that would be. That’s almost what happened to me. We weren’t engaged, but we were together for four years. One night, I drank a little too much and we were making out. I got too excited and wasn’t in control of myself. I started to feel the change. Instead of stopping it, I stood up and said something stupid like, ‘Look how wild I really am,’ and changed, just like that. Obviously, he freaked. He called me lots of names and said he would tell everyone. I had to bite his leg and promise to hurt him worse to get him to agree not to tell. And, of course, I never heard from him again, either.”
“That is interesting. We have a very similar relationship past.”
“Yeah. Oh hey,” she said, turning on her side to face him again. “I should tell you something before this goes any further. I don’t want any surprises later or for you to freak on me like the last guy did.”
She saw the glimmer of concern cross his face. “What?”
She leaned down and whispered, “I can turn into a bear.”
He made his eyes go wide. “Oh no, you’re kidding me! Well, I have my own secret.”
“What?” She smiled and made her face looked worried, playing along.
He leaned in close to her and whispered, “I trust you more than I’ve trusted any woman since my ex. And this is the first time I’ve ever thought that someone was worth the hassle of a relationship.”
Her smile vanished. She’d expected him to say he was a shifter, too, to keep the game going. But this was serious. “Really?”
He nodded. “There are so many things I don’t have to worry about with you. You know all the intimate details of being a shifter. You even know what it’s like to be the alpha. You’re in the same business as me, and you know about running a company. You’re like the female version of me. I have no reason to hide anything from you. You already know the most complicated parts of my life. And now that you know my relationship history, you know my biggest piece of baggage. And it’s the same as yours, too.”
“We do have an awful lot in common. It’s nice, for a change. I’m surprised more shifters don’t bear up together in relationships. I don’t know any shifter couples, actually. Any of your guys single?”
“No,” he said. “I was the last holdout. And they’re all in shifter-human relationships. I think maybe most of us cling to that normalcy that comes from pure humans. I don’t know. There’s also not that many of us, and even fewer close by.”
“We should start a bear shifter dating web site to help us wild, lonely folks find each other.”
“Right.” He let his fingers trail over her stomach and breasts, her hard nipples. “God, your body is perfect. You know something? I think I could love you.”
She closed her eyes, the emotions flooding her. When she looked at him again, tears blurred her vision. “You know something? I’d be totally okay with that.”
She leaned up to kiss him, feeling more at peace than she had in a long time.
Slade sat at the head of the long table in the Walker’s dining room and Veronica sat to his right. The table was filled with both of their clans. Daxton, Knox and Beck, Amir, then Beth and Robin across from them.
“Are you all ready for the big reveal?” Slade asked.
“Wait, I know what it is,” Robin said, holding up her hand. “Veronica is pregnant.”
Veronica’s face went red, and she shook her head. “That’s not the
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