Bears VS Wolves (Team Shifter 1)

The two wom

en turn and look at me. With a little gasp, I reach for my chest in surprise. So I’ve been caught eavesdropping. Apparently, I’m not nearly as sneaky as I think I am.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur quickly. “I didn’t mean to listen in.”

“It’s fine,” Silver smiles. “Who’s the lucky man?”

“Um, someone I just met, actually. We didn’t plan for it to happen.”

Goldilocks grins and nods.

“Me too!” She tells me. “We used an app. It was love at first bite, I guess.”

“An app?”

“Team Shifter,” she nods. “It really works.”

“Yeah,” I swallow hard. Really? She met through the same app? I look around for just a second. Part of me wonders if I’m on some sort of prank show, but there’s nobody here who seems unfamiliar or out of place. “That’s what we used, too.”

“Wow,” Silver says with a smile. “That’s lovely. Are you going to have a wedding?”

How could I have a wedding if I get his mark removed? How are we going to have any time together at all if I rush him to the dragon and beg to have this gone?

When I think about the look on Robert’s face when I left last night, I feel sick. My stomach hurts when I think about the words I threw at him. I didn’t even listen to him. I didn’t give him a chance to explain. Maybe Foxy is right and I really should have listened to what he had to say.

Maybe it’s too late for us now.

Instead of being honest or truthful though, I suddenly stand up awkwardly.

“Maybe!” I say a little too cheerfully. “But I actually have to go. I’m running behind,” I shrug. “Good luck,” I say to Goldilocks, and then I hurry out of the coffee shop and start moving down the road before I have to hear another word.

I am such a coward, I realize, as I scurry away. I was a coward when it came to talking with Robert and I’m being a coward now. I’m being super fake because I’m doing what I think we need to do instead of what I actually want to do.

And that’s a problem.

Shit.

I realize that I don’t know where Robert lives. It probably won’t take too much asking around to find out.

Or I could do something better.

I could go talk to him at work. I know he’s at the clinic today. He probably went home, showered, and changed before he went to work. I can’t show up looking like a hot mess, so I go back to my own home. I’ll clean myself up and go find him. Yep. That’s exactly what I’ll do. Maybe he’ll listen to me. There’s a part of me that’s worried he’ll be closed off and hurt. I was a total bitch, after all.

But maybe, just maybe, this mating mark is stronger than I give it credit for. I reach up and touch it, thinking about how it felt to be his.

That’s what I felt when we were making love.

Oh, it was fucking, but it was so much more than that.

It was everything.

It was absolutely everything.

I make it back to my place, hurry upstairs, and move into my bedroom. Instantly, I realize it was a mistake because I smell him. All of him. I grab my phone, which I had abandoned on my dresser last night, and check for messages. I’m not surprised that there aren’t any from him. I pull open the Team Shifter app, but there’s just nothing.

Should I send him something?

Maybe I should send him something.