Page 13 of Fated Secret Baby

You just want to see him again.

I snort. Okay. Maybe I do just want to see him one last time. Even if I don’t tell him about Juniper right now, I at least can tell him that I have to go and can’t stay for our date.

I can be courteous. I can see him one more time.

I can do this.

Before I lose my nerve, I stand up. “I’ll go now.”

Amara’s eyebrows pinch together. “Okay. If you’re sure, then I think there’s no better time than now. Nolan is going to come talk to the plumber, so Juniper and I can take his car and go stay at his place.”

“Who is Nolan?” Juniper pipes.

While she’s questioning Amara, I grab the keys and head for my friend’s truck. I start it up, then pull out the piece of paper with the address that Orion gave me in the store.

My chest feels tight. Is this a good idea? Is it a bad idea?

I have no clue.

But I do know that I’m not ready to walk away from Orion again.

Not without at least saying goodbye.

Not this time, anyway.

Chapter 4

Orion

I’m in the shower when I hear the knock on the door. I managed to pick up the steaks shortly after Calista left the store earlier this morning.

Hastily, I wrap a towel around myself. The only person who would actually knock on the door is Evander, the pack’s beta, who is still weirdly formal with me even though he’s been my boss for years. I shake my head, getting some of the moisture out of my hair.

“One second!” I call to him.

I drag on a pair of shorts and head to the door, not bothering with a shirt. I pull it open, shaking my head. “Evander, you know it’s weird when you?—”

I blink. Evander’s not on my doorstep. It’s someone else.

Dark eyes. Dark hair. A tall, athletic build.

Calista.

“Um.” She looks away. “Is this a bad time?”

Shit. I look down at my chest and then back up at her.

“Stay there,” I say. “One second. Just don’t move.”

I run back to my bedroom and grab the first shirt I see. I don’t care if it’s clean or dirty, I just want to be easily available.

Every moment feels like it’s taking forever. Every minute that I’m not in front of her, it feels like she’s going to disappear.

Tugging it on, I rush back to the door. To my relief, Calista is still there.

She looks me over again, and I swear I can feel the heat of her gaze through the fabric.

“I was in the shower,” I say.

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