It’s him.
The wolf from my dreams.
I don’t know it just because of the things that Jim and I discussed, but because there’s something about Coop’s face that is so familiar to me all of a sudden.
“But your reporter friend and I didn’t talk about that. How do you know that, Owens?”
“When I was a little girl I was in a car accident,” I tell him.
“With your mother. I know.”
“There was a storm and lots of thunder and lightning. I was frightened, so I took my seat belt off in the car and crouched down on the floor behind my mother’s seat.”
Coop starts to pull his hand away. I can already see that he knows what I’m going to say. I won’t let him off that easy though. I firmly grip his hand. In fact, I hold onto it for dear life.
“No one knew at first that I was even in that car. There were so many cars involved in the crash and it took a while for first responders to get to us. But one person did. One boy.”
“Owens—”
“And his name was Wolf.”
“That has to be a coincidence.”
“I don’t think it was.” I stare up into his smoldering, green eyes. “I think it was you.”
“Is that the reason why you’re giving me all of those adoring looks today? I thought it might have been because of what happened between us last weekend, but it’s because you think I was the person who pulled you out of the car?”
“I’m just glad to have finally found you. So I can say thank you. Thank you so much.”
He walks away from me and toward the bay window. Staring at all the people below us or maybe staring at nothing at all.
“It wasn’t me.”
“Now before you do something silly, like continuing to deny it, there’s something else you should know. I looked back at your old employment records. There were a lot of applicants for my position.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, most of them had business degrees, all of them had prior experience as an executive assistant, and one had even worked briefly for Tom Cruise.”
“And?” he says almost angrily.
“And you hired me. The acting major from a low ranked university with zero experience.”
He presses his hands against the window pane.
Hanging his head low.
I walk behind him placing my palms against his back. Then I slide them around his waist.
“Why did you do that for me, Coop?”
He exhales heavily then breaks free from my embrace.
“I didn’t.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
URSULA
