I took a step closer to him. “Can you, Ev? Because it’s really not coming across that way.”
His shoulders drooped as he sighed. “I’m sorry, Reid. Truly, I am. I’m trying to be rational about this whole situation, but…”
“But what?”
He exhaled slowly. “But my wolf isn’t behaving rationally.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as alarm bells began to ring. “That’s not my problem.”
“No,” he said wearily, giving me a small smile. “It’s mine. Don’t worry, Reid. You won’t see me again unless you call for me.”
Before I could blink, he was gone. Out of the bathroom. Out of my flat.
In theory, out of my life for good.
While I was left staring at the space where he’d stood, trying desperately to pretend I didn’t have the knowledge I did. That Evan’s wolf behaving irrationally around me didn’t mean anything.
I really wished I didn’t know better.
Chapter 12
Reid
Ispent the next couple of weeks mulling Chester’s words over. I’d always wanted the kind of love we spoke of, but believing I deserved it? That was a new concept for me.
The longer I sat with it, the more I wanted to do something about it. It had me itching to get out there and try to find someone.
There was just one thing standing in my way. Well, two, if I was being completely honest. Ever since the night a very naked Evan had burst into my flat, I’d had trouble getting him off my mind.
And I definitely hadn’t pictured him in all his naked glory while getting myself off in the shower.
Repeatedly.
Nope.
The bigger problem right now wasn’t Evan. It was a five-foot-two wolf shifter with a sassy attitude and the innate belief that he was always right.
“I’m just saying, you’re not going to find the love of your life in a nightclub,” Logan said as I raked through my wardrobe. “This is a stupid plan.”
I glared at him, draped over my bed and sipping boba tea. “What else do you suggest? It’s not like he’s going to just rock up to Thistle Do Nicely to sweep me off my feet.”
Logan’s drink rattled as he reached the end of it. After swallowing the last of the bright orange liquid, he wiggled his brows at me. “Finlay did.”
“And he’s with Chester, not me.” I held up a pair of skinny jeans and a sleeveless top that showed off my nipples. “Too much?”
Logan got to his feet with a sigh. “Not enough. If you’re going to insist on this, you should dress more appropriately.”
I stepped back, letting him rummage in my wardrobe. “Good luck trying to find anything. I swear my shit just goes walkabout, and I can only blame half of it on Bryce. Mac suggested that Cole should design me a new wardrobe. I should probably take him up on that.”
“Are they going with you tonight? I’m dying to meet them, you know.”
I shifted on my feet, thinking about the unanswered messages on my phone. The missed calls were mounting up. “No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Logan had been right when he’d predicted we’d end up close. Which was a good thing…considering I’d taken a step back from everyone else.
Knowing I couldn’t just ghost them entirely, not when they had keys to my flat and stubborn natures to rival my own, I’d sent out a message in our group chat. I’d kept it vague, saying that some family drama had come up and that I needed some time to myself. That they didn’t need to worry, and I’d be back when my mind was more settled.
It wasn’t a lie. My mind was a fucking mess what with my family sniffing around, shifters standing guardoutside my home, and the lying awake thinking about a man Ireallyshouldn’t have been.
