Page 34 of Remington’s Mate

Chapter 14

Remy went back up to the room, giving Smith a friendly clap on the shoulder as he passed him and Jones mid-lobby. Smith scowled.

Upstairs, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it wearily, head tipped back and eyes closed.

This had possibly been the weirdest twenty-four hours of his entire life. The adrenalin high of pulling off the meeting with Sutcliffe, followed by an invitation to leave his damn body behind and stay in the spirit world with a fucking ghost.

Who might or might not be an evil entity who wanted to steal his soul.

Followed by getting his arm broken by a little kid who probably didn’t exist, and then falling totally and completely in lust with Jaeda.

As he’d always suspected, without his brother his life was a complete shit show. Probably not even a mate could straighten him out.

Thanks be to all things holy, Colt was on his way home.

Remy started packing up his things, flinging the bedcovers up over the pillows to make space to collect everything.

Jaeda’s scent wafted out from the sheets, surrounding him with a feeling of warmth followed by a deep ache in the middle of his chest.

Dammit. He sat down on the bed. Why the hell did he have to feel all this shit? All the time?

I do not know, his owl said. I find it disturbing.

We are lonely, his leopard said. We need someone to play with.

Remy and his owl rolled their eyes in unison. Shut up, they chorused.

We like the girl. She smells nice. Can we play with her?

We’re probably not ever seeing her again, Remy told him.

The ache in his chest got bigger. Stop that, he said to the leopard.

Please, his owl added. You’re giving me a headache, furball.

At that moment, his phone pinged with a text. It was her.

Jaeda: Got home okay. Fernandez followed me—he’s staked out the apartment building.

Poor sad security minion, I hope he at least got some coffee first

This was accompanied by a photo of Fernandez in his car, clearly taken through her apartment window. The dude did look tired—he must’ve been up all night.

Jaeda: Should I bring him a Pop Tart?

Remy snickered. He shouldn’t encourage her. She probably shouldn’t show Fernandez she’d made him. But… damn that would be so fucking funny.

Remy: Dooooo iiiiiit! And take video of his reaction. Pleeeease?

Jaeda: Okay. After I get dressed

He didn’t think she’d really do it, but right after he finished packing, a text with a video popped up on his screen.

Fernandez watching Jaeda walk over to his car. His face when she offered him the frosted Pop Tart. Remy almost laughed himself sick.

He texted: I’m dying. LMAO

Jaeda: Heading to work now