And it’s all happening so fast that I can barely process it.
This was a road trip to pick up some kittens.
That’s what this was supposed to be.
A road trip to pick upkittens.
And yeah, some flirting, some time to get to know her and Ivan better, and maybe a way to ask her out.
But notthis.
Not being snowed in in the middle of a nowhere town, stuck in a cabin while Maeve goes into Heat.
“This is fucking insane,” I choke out, letting out a hysterical laugh.
I’m overjoyed. I’m terrified.
I’m horrifyingly lonely and jealous of what’s happening in that other room.
Which, apparently, is the only room in this goddamn cabin besides the bathroom.
“Uh…you good?” I ask Logan, who stands in the kitchen, his eyes wide. He’s ramrod straight against the sink.
“She’s my scent match,” he mutters, his voice monotone.
No shit.
I nod. “Mine too. Everyone in this cabin’s, my friend.”
I don’t even know the guy. We’ve spoken a few sentences, and while he’s polite, I could tell how uncomfortable he was in the car.
“I think you’re in shock,” I tell him.
He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t even look at me.
What the fuck.
I can barely handle this myself. I knew Maeve was special, knew she was important…
Oh, fuck.
Avery is going to murder me.
He’s going to kill me, because I scent matched with his sister.
He didn’t even know I was going on this trip with her, because it was supposed to be a one-day thing to pick up some kittens.
I laugh bitterly, and Logan snaps his eyes to me.
“I’m going to go outside,” he announces, and my jaw drops.
“You’re going towhat? You’re not even dressed for the snow.”
The guy is in a grey sweater and jeans, and I doubt he brought a change of clothes.
“You better not be having a psychotic break,” I growl. “I can’t handle that shit right now.”
He mutters something about doves, which I don’t understand, and heads out the door across from the wooden dining table, leaving me standing in the living room in front of the fireplace.
