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This man is going to kill every brain cell I have left.

I slip away from him before he can do more damage.

I have no defense against that kind of sweet behavior. From Regan’s soft smile, neither does she.

“You wanted to talk to me?” I ask as Ty’s eyes probe my back.

“I did. It can wait if?—”

“No,” I interrupt, a touch desperately.

From her raised brow, it was more than a touch.

“I mean, we can walk and talk,” I say, like the adult I am. “I’d hoped to talk to you as well.”

CHAPTER 8

“That was sweet,” Regan says as we turn away from Ty and start the slow walk toward the house.

I glance at her. “What was sweet?”

“The offer to kiss it better.”

I know.

“He’s nice,” I say, when what I really mean is that day by day, word by word, Ty Logan is wearing down my defenses. One day—probably soon—it won’t be him pinning me to a tree and stealing a kiss.

It will be me.

She snorts, tucking a strand of reddish-brown hair behind her ear when it blows out of her loose bun. “Jackson was the same. Determined to make me his. I could fight against the determined, but when he’s sweet…” She shakes her head. “I handed him an entire pan of brownies once. Didn’t even think to cut it until he started laughing.”

“Why?”

“He complimented me on my hair.”

I blink at her, wondering how that’s deserving of a tray of brownies.

“It was the way he said it,” she says, noting my confusion. “All gruff and sexy and… sweet. Ridiculously sweet. Riley was in the kitchen at the time. It was either hand Jackson the tray of brownies or throw him down on the ground and throw myself on top of him. Not something you should do in front of a fifteen-year-old.”

I imagine the young shifter’s face if Regan had followed through on her instincts.

I grin. “Must have been some compliment.”

“It was.” Her hazel-green eyes turn soft and a little misty. “It truly was. There’s no defense when a determined, possessive alpha decides to be sweet to you. It’s disarming as hell.”

Yes, it is.

She shakes her head then as if remembering her purpose in hunting me out. “Anyway, I didn’t come out here to talk to you about me and Jackson, but about you and?—”

“Nothing is going on between us,” I interrupt in a rush.

Regan stares at me.

My cheeks burn as I wrench my eyes from hers to stare straight ahead. I’m speaking to the Luna. But that isn’t all she is. Omega. There aren’t many of them around anymore, but once there were. They could mend broken packs with their ability to see the broken pieces in a shifter.

Regan knows, probably better than everyone, exactly what is going on between Ty and me. And exactly how I feel about him.

“It’s complicated,” I say quietly.

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