told.”
Blair leaned back against the sofa and drank her wine. “I’m glad you confided in me, but why tonight?”
Now came the hard part of the conversation. “Because as soon as I walked into your parents’ house, I was so overwhelmed with lust that my pulse started racing, sweat formed on my upper lip, and my inner wolf was clawing for some release.”
Blair’s eyes sparkled. “You found your mate?” Just as quickly she sobered. “Oh, no. Poor Shamus. Does he know this will happen to him?”
“Probably not.” Ainsley swirled her wine in her glass to give her time to think about how to phrase her next sentence. “Yeah, about that; it’s not Shamus.”
Blair stilled. She placed a hand over her heart. “What are you saying? The only available male at dinner was Jackson.”
“I know, but don’t worry. I won’t get near him again. Maybe he isn’t aware that we’ve been paired, though I don’t know how he couldn’t know. If he had those erotic sensations coursing through his body, I’m betting he’ll be in serious denial, never believing he’s been mated to his arch enemy.”
Blair clasped a hand over her mouth. “Not only that, if you can’t be with Jackson, it means you’ll never mate. What will you do?”
“Do? Live my life the way I have been. I can have protected sex with a human without him suffering any consequences, but I’ll never experience deep desire or passionate, unbridled love. He can never be my everything .”
Blair polished off her glass. “That would be horrible. What happens if Jackson knows you’re his mate and decides to pursue you?”
“Seriously? You saw his reaction.”
“True.”
Poor Blair was holding her glass so tight, her fingers were losing color. “Listen, I doubt he’ll do anything about it. We can’t be together. Ever.”
Her roommate slumped against the sofa. “Well, fuck.”
“Well said.”
Chapter Five
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O n Monday morning, after reading over the list of ailments for her next patient, Ainsley set out the appropriate needles for the job. This weekend had been bittersweet. While she’d been able to spend two wonderful days with Shamus, she understood that she couldn’t hog all of his time with his family. He’d asked her to join them for Sunday dinner, but Ainsley had made up some lame excuse why she couldn’t go. She felt bad not accepting, but she had no intention of telling Shamus it was because she and Jackson were fated mates—fated never to be, that is.
As much as she had no desire to be with the moody man, her inner wolf had other ideas. It didn’t matter if Jackson hated her or not, her animal still yearned to join with him.
Thinking back to Friday night, the one positive outcome from suffering through the meal was that she’d learned about the one bedroom apartment above the Blooms of Hope flower shop. As soon as Mr. Berta had showed the place to her, she’d fallen in love with it. Kalan’s mate, Elana, had lived there before her. Apparently, someone had ransacked her place looking for some sardonyx that wasn’t there and ended up ruining much of the furniture. Because Elana had moved in with Kalan after that, she graciously offered Ainsley what furniture was left.
Having lived in a furnished apartment with Blair, Ainsley didn’t have any pieces of her own and was delighted to take any hand-me-downs. After work, her new sofa and chairs would arrive, and she’d officially be on her own.
While Ainsley was excited not to be a burden to Blair anymore, she’d miss their late night talks. As much as she was thrilled to start her career and get on with her life, Ainsley was also afraid. Blair’s family was basically off limits now, and making friends had always been hard since she always feared her identity would somehow leak.
Thankfully, the humans in town had no idea that shifters existed, which meant those at work treated her well.
A knock sounded on her workroom door and one of the nurses popped her head in.