Sage crossed her arms over her chest, her emotions swirling into exploding bursts of rage inside her skull, making her throat clench, and making all thevvystdisappear from her view.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mina only shook her head, her eyes wide. “I never thought it was important before, and I try not to talk about… things like that.” She looked around and her voice was barely a whisper. “Someone could be watching us right now.”
Sage looked down at the ground. She knew that, but things needed to be discussed. She leaned in close to Mina, hugging her, and whispering into her ear, “Can Nana giveshiftenamnesia?”
Mina hugged her back and whispered one word into her ear. “Absolutely.”
72—I Wish I Remembered You
Canyon stood near the front window, feet planted, hands in his pockets, watching Sage talk to the unknown female outside. The woman was older than Sage, with similar hair, build, and features. She wore tan slacks and a cream-colored sweater with white shoes. She drove an expensive car and expensive clothing, meaning she had money.
The two women talked, and Canyon watched their intense conversation, transfixed, then Sage moved them around the back of the vehicle, where he couldn’t see them as well. He moved to the next window, and then she looked straight at him and locked gazes with him, challenging him from fifty feet away. The females hugged, then they talked more, and then the other woman got in her vehicle and left. Sage watched her drive away before she turned around slowly, haltingly, her eyes on the ground, seeming deep in thought. She made her way up the porch steps but took a long time to come inside. Canyon waited patiently, fascinated by the turn of events. Even without hearing a word, he could tell the conversation had been a significant one.
On the couch, Timber whined in his sleep, making Canyon look his way in time to see Timber shifting from wolf to man, still whining. Black fur melded into pale skin and the whine turned into a throat-clearing, then a snore. Canyon grabbed a blanket and covered him.
The door opened. Sage slowly walked in and they locked eyes. She shut the door, never breaking eye contact. Her scent reached him, delicious and devoid of hostility for the first time, making him smile.
She crossed the room slowly toward him. He didn’t move a muscle, not wanting to scare her off. Even if she was going to punch him again, that was fine by him, but she didn’t punch him; she stepped close and moved right up next to him, pressing her body into his. He gave her a grin and slid his hands onto her hips. She slid her hands around his waist, like they were lovers already. It didn’t make sense, but Canyon wasn’t about to argue.
He looked down into her eyes and said,Hey, sexy, inruhi.
She didn't respond.
He tried again, out loud. “You're hot.”
She stared up at him with her pretty, amber-colored eyes, so much like wolf eyes that Canyon could lose himself in them.
“You really don't remember me at all?” she said.
“IwishI remembered you.”
“What about when I called you?”
“When was that?”
“April 9th, 2011.”
“More than six years ago,” he said, feeling troubled, because he did remember something like that.
She nodded.
“You asked if I remembered you, and I said I didn't, and then you hung up,” he said.
She nodded, tears shimmering in her eyes, then she tipped her head down, hiding her face. Canyon held her close.
She looked up and said, “You don't remember this?” She slid her hands up his body and pulled him down for a chaste kiss, then broke the kiss and stared into his eyes.
“We kissed?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Did we do more?”
She nodded.
“We had sex?”
