Page 13 of Delivered to My Wolves

Shit. Now I’d done it. “Till…”

“No. Really. Good call. Three minutes until morning meeting.”

I’d created a monster.

The day flew by with meetings and phone calls and a few interviews. I hated those. And despite my busyness, Collyn and Fitz hovered in the back of my mind. Their smiles. Their candor. Everything about them called to me.

Called to my wolf.

But as I drove home, taking a call while I did, the negative thoughts wriggled their way in and I began overthinking everything.

So much so that once I had a bit of time, I called Collyn and Fitz, hoping I wouldn’t wake them up or interrupt them.

They quelled all of those fears at once, answering on the second ring.

“Haven,” Collyn breathed. Fitz answered shortly after. This time, they took the calls from separate places and I quickly realized they were in their rooms—packing.

“Hey. I thought you two would be sleeping.”

Fitz stopped folding and looked at me. “Did you? How could a pair of guys sleep when they get to see you tomorrow?”

Their former mate had been one lucky woman.

“I’m worried,” I blurted, needing to free myself of the sentiment.

“What are you worried about?” Collyn asked. When I didn’t immediately answer, he picked up the phone and sat down, abandoning the packing. “Haven, talk to us.”

Talk to them. Talk to them. The only person I really talked to was Tilly, and of course I spent a lot of time dealing with incessant phone calls and employees. “I’m scared you’re going to get here and really see how my life works and reject me like Jerome did.”

Talking to Collyn and Fitz about my emotions became a blurting festival without the funnel cake. I worked up the courage, spat out the feelings, and felt like a weirdo.

Fitz sat in a chair near a window. “Haven, anything that we say now is simply words. I know that doesn’t help you but please understand that even if this doesn’t work out, if you see us and want to run the other way, or your wolf simply doesn’t feel like we’re for you, then we will leave. But leaving. Staying. Mating. Whatever happens, there’s no way we would hurt you. There are ways of navigating life and bumps and even rejections that don’t end in trauma.”

“You’re worried, too?” I asked.

“Yes,” Collyn answered. “We’ve had our hearts broken, too. Not the way you did, but it hurt all the same, I would imagine. Still does. But if I’ve realized anything over the last couple of days, it’s that there’s a life out there but it’s on the other side of pain for people who have been hurt like us. And I think you’re worth taking that chance.”

“You do?” I croaked out, feeling tears well in my eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Fitz added. “We do.”

Chapter Eleven

Collyn

Haven sounded so shocked that we would come to her. How had people treated her that she didn’t expect us to be glad to come and see her? We’d scale mountains to get to our mate, and all signs pointed in the direction of her being just that. The ball was really in her court, but we were doing what we could to help her make a decision.

Up to and including getting our hair cut at the airport barbershop. We got there so early, we had time for grooming as well as a stop in a boutique shop where we purchased a few items to spruce up our mate-meeting appearance. By the time our flight was called, we looked like new males, or so we hoped.

Not that Haven had acted as if she found us displeasing, and we had plenty of females show interest in us in the past, but for such an important day, it seemed appropriate to put our best foot forward. We spent several times what we would have paid anywhere else for the same services and items, but it was better than to have taken an extra day before getting to her.

“Finally.” I stood and lifted my carry-on, extra stuffed now with the clothes I’d been wearing earlier. “I thought we’d be here all day.”

Fitz glanced at his watch. “It’s not late. But I feel the same way. We’ve gone along all this time just doing life, but suddenly it feels as if there’s a rush to the next stage.”

“A rush to Haven. Why did we wait so long to sign up for the app anyway?”

He chuckled, holding up his boarding pass so the gate attendant could scan it. “Because if we’d done it sooner, she wouldn’t have been on there. Remember, she said she was on briefly then deleted it?”

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