“And then?”
“You feel it click.” The intensity in his tone left no room for misunderstanding. “You’ll know.”
I looked out toward the dark road again. The idea settled heavily in my mind.
“I would never push that on her,” I said.
Connor nodded immediately. “You shouldn’t.”
“I want her to choose everything freely.”
“That’s exactly how it’s supposed to work.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “She deserves to know what I think is happening.”
Connor gave a small shrug. “Then you should tell her.”
“I will.”
Connor pushed away from the wall and pulled his phone from his pocket. He unlocked the screen and held it out to me. “Put your number in. I’ll text you.”
I did.
“If you ever have questions,” he said, “call me. Text me. We can grab a drink or something.”
“Thank you.”
Connor smiled. “Welcome back to shifter culture.”
I shook his hand, then headed back to my truck. Zoey was leaning against the front bumper, arms folded loosely across her chest.
The streetlight behind her made her blue hair glow.
I stopped in my tracks because she looked…
Stunning. Effortlessly beautiful.
Her very presence made the rest of the world go quiet.
When she saw me, she straightened and pushed away from the truck. “Well? Did you survive group therapy?”
I closed the distance between us and pulled her into my arms, my lips finding hers. Her hands slid up around my shoulders immediately, and the kiss deepened.
When we pulled apart, she studied my face carefully. “I take it that it went well.”
“It helped.”
“Good.”
We climbed into the truck.
When Zoey had buckled her seatbelt, she angled her body toward me. “So, did you make a new friend?”
“Yes.”
She grinned. “I knew it.”
“I talked to Connor for a bit afterward.”
