“But you didn’t jump his bones the day you met.”
“True.But I know the feeling.I’m wildly attracted to Ford.And I want to be with him all the time.It’s probably why him being so distracted today hurt.”
“You should call him,” Reagan said.“Maybe he just had an off day.”
“Maybe.You should call Indio.”
“Hard pass.I need to forget about him and his magic fingers and get on with my life.”
“You might be missing out on the love of a lifetime.”
They got up from the table and tossed out their empty cups.Arm in arm, they walked out of the juice bar and into the cool night.
“I don’t know if I can face him,” Reagan said.
“You’re one of the strongest people I know.You can face him and deal with whatever the fallout is.He must be missing you if he’s reaching out to Rhomi to get in touch with you.If all he cared about was getting in your pants, he would have walked away without another word, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I’m here for you anytime you want to chat.”
They hugged.“Are you going to call Ford?”
“Yeah, because I told him I’d call when I got home.But I’m not going to point out that he was acting weird, I’m just going to see how things shake out.Because if his feelings for me are starting to disappear already, then I don’t want to bitch about it.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”
“I will for you too.And I’m serious.Call Indio.He could be your Mr.Right.”
Reagan smiled but didn’t look like she believed Darcy.“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
They parted ways at their vehicles and then drove away, Reagan to her apartment and Darcy to hers.She didn’t know what she’d say to Ford when they talked later, but finding out that Reagan had also possibly found her forever guy at the park made her wonder if there was something in the water there.
Fate had certainly smiled on her and Reagan on Saturday, and she hoped that Fate hadn’t been wrong and Ford really was Darcy’s forever guy.Because she felt in her heart that he was.She just hoped she wasn’t wrong.
Ford climbed the stairs to Darcy’s apartment Friday evening feeling fully unsettled.Something had happened this week between him and Darcy.The hot and heavy Monday had led to a sweet Tuesday, but then things had oddly cooled between them.She seemed to be pulling away a bit, not sharing as much, and it was killing him.
He couldn’t fathom what had happened, but the easygoing conversations of earlier in the week had led way to strained chatting that seemed more likehow’s the weatherthanI miss you so much.
He paused at the door, wondering if he should tell her the truth of his shift.Could she think he was keeping secrets from her?
But what if it was too early?They hadn’t sharedI love yousyet, and the general rule of being with a human was not sharing the secret of shifters until love was assured.
Both Dexter and Grey told him that he would know when the time was right.But now he was full of indecision.
Shaking off the worry, he focused on figuring out what was going through his beautiful mate’s mind.He knocked on her apartment door.
It wasn’t Darcy that opened the door, though, it was Cruz.And he looked every bit the over-protective big brother, but Ford could tell that this was more than just general sibling protectiveness.Cruz was a male who had decided Ford was bad news.
“Got a minute?”Cruz asked, his tone sharp.
“Sure,” Ford said, aware that Cruz hadn’t stepped aside to let him into the apartment.
Darcy appeared behind her brother.“Cruz, please, don’t?—”
Cruz put his hand up.“Let me handle this.”
