herself.
She would leave, and he would find a more proper bondmate.
“Good night, love,” he whispered in her ear.
She was silent because good night was good-bye, and she just
couldn’t say the words.
Bound
85
Chapter Seven
Meg felt the minute he left the small bed they slept in. She felt
him disentangle himself, and she certainly missed the heat of his
body. He had draped himself around her all through the night,
tangling their limbs together. She had never slept so well in her life.
She remained still, listening as he dressed, rebuilt their fire, and
prepared to hunt for their breakfast. He leaned over and kissed her
softly before he stalked off to find food.
Meg remained perfectly still as she forced herself to count to one
hundred before tossing on her clothes. She pulled on the boots last.
She retrieved the small saddle bag Dante had given her the day
before. She briefly looked through it. There was food and a canteen,
and what looked like a first aid kit. He’d also slipped his business
card in. It declared him Head of the Green Sales Unit. She shook her
head. Used car salesman to the core. There were a few other things
she didn’t recognize, but she threw the bag over her shoulder and
wondered which way to go. She decided on south, since she could
make it back to the market. Perhaps there would be someone on the
road who would help her.
As she began to walk, she wondered how Beck would take her
leaving. Her heart hurt when she thought of him. How could she get
so close to someone in so little time? She was smart enough to know
that he was a heartbreak waiting to happen. He couldn’t accept