Page 61 of Rafe

She shouldn’t want something so ridiculous. I’m tired. I’m heartbroken. Emotionally unavailable, he’d never be hers. Ever.

“I should go. Greyson’s already pissed at me. I told him I’d meet him,” Rafe said, breaking the tension.

“Yes. Of course.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she feigned acceptance and turned to him.

“You still have my number?”

“I didn’t block you if that’s what you’re asking.” She’d considered it.

“If anything happens I want you to call me.”

“Nothing is going to happen.”

“Call me. I will come.” Rafe’s face tensed, his tone serious. “You’re far from Las Vegas. Whatever is there probably stayed there.”

“I don’t think they’re after me. And honestly? Getting drugged in a bar. Happens all the time. And it’s humans doing it. Violence crosses all sorts of species. I’ve lived in the city and seen it all.” She attempted to normalize her trauma. She hoped it was the last time she’d ever be drugged.

“You sure you’re safe here?”

“Don’t worry about me, Rafe. When I tell you I know how to use a gun…I know how to use a gun. The safe is in the other room. It’s been a while, but I’ll go to the range. I’ll start to carry again if I have to.”

“You a good shot?”

“Can hit a bullseye from 75 feet.”

“You’ll need silver. Regular bullets aren’t enough to kill a vampire.”

“I’ll get some tomorrow.” She studied his face as their gaze lingered.

Her heart longed for what it couldn’t have as he shot her a sexy grin. She recalled his strong but talented lips on her skin and inwardly winced, aware he’d never kiss her again.

“Maybe I should go inside.” Unable to take another second of wanting something she’d never have, Skylar turned to walk up the path to the house. She breathed a sigh of relief putting distance between them. By the time she’d reached the back door, she’d once again regained her composure.

She wrapped her hand around the cold handle and slid open the door. But as she turned around to say goodbye, she bumped into his hard muscular chest. Her hand reached for him and he caught her wrist.

“I’m sorry.” Her fingertips brushed his chest as he released her. She withdrew her hand and released a nervous laugh.

“Here. Let me take your mug.” Her cheeks flushed.

As he gave her the cup, she took great care not to touch him. Her traitorous body thrummed with arousal despite her mind warning her to stay away from him.

He’s leaving. This is it. Say goodbye, Skylar. You’re going to be okay.

“I’m sorry, Sky. If I’d only been born a human…well.” Rafe gave a small smile.

“If I’d only been a wolf.” She shrugged.

“I’ll check in on you after I sort things with Ilsbeth. I’d better get going. Goodbye, my friend.” Rafe opened his arms to her.

Time stopped as she considered her next move. One last time. Then she’d move on. One last time in his arms. A final goodbye.

Her body melted as she fell into his embrace, her heart soothed within his arms. How could someone who filled her soul with joy also bring her sadness? She shoved all rational thought to the back of her mind and focused on Rafe. Skin to skin, her cheek rested on his chest.

Instinct told her to release him, but as he held her tight she relaxed into his embrace. He smelled like the forest, clean and masculine. With her cheek to his bare chest, her body responded, and she wished she never had to let go.

Their embrace lingered several seconds too long. He’s a wolf, Skylar, her mind told her. Let him go.

She sucked a regretful breath, her focus tracing up his chest to his eyes, attempting to pull away. Her heart raced as his intense, longing stare captured her attention. This is so wrong. Transfixed on his eyes, the temptation to kiss him intensified.