Page 25 of Remy & the Wildcat

“Like what?” she asked, looking up at him.

“They could have messed with the brakes, tried to run us off the road on the way home, or any other number of things. I’ll take the tire slashing because it’s the lesser of the evils.”

“What should we do?”

His jaw clenched for a moment, then he turned to gaze down at her. His eyes were an amber so deep it was like whiskey. He cupped her face and stared intently at her. “We’re going home and we’re going to mate and mark each other. Not because of what happened tonight, but because we both want it and there’s no reason to wait. And then in the morning, we’ll figure out how to deal with what they did tonight.”

Her heart started to pound as she held his gaze.

Holy crap he was sexy as hell, and she very much wanted to belong to him in every way.

“Okay,” she said, finding her voice after a few moments. “I want that too.”

“Good.” He lowered his head and kissed her, only stopping when the tow truck rolled into the parking lot with yellow flashing lights. “Stay here, I’ll take care of this and call for you when it’s safe to come out.”

She nodded and watched through the window while her mate dealt with the driver and flat tires. Ten minutes later, they were in the cab of the tow truck, that was going to drop them off at her house.

They’d had a crazy hiccup in the evening, but nothing was going to put a damper on what was coming. They were truemates, and their bond was stronger than whatever knife had slashed the tires and whatever bad intentions her half-brother and his cronies had.

She was going to put everything else aside and focus on her mate.

Remy was trying not to show how furious he was that her half-brother had dared to come after them while they’d been on a date, but it was tough to rein in the wolf that wanted to hunt the male down and beat him on principle.

How fucking dare he?

Thyme wanted to talk to Liam, but Remy discouraged it. There wasn’t anything the elder could do and they had no evidence it was Leif, although Remy was one- hundred-percent sure he was behind it.

The question on his mind was why. He may simply be showing them that he wasn’t going to sit idly by while they mated and took over the pride, which he seemed to believe was rightfully his. He doubted the male did anything on the spur of the moment, and his mom and grandfather were clearly backing him fully too.

When the driver dropped them off at the house, Remy gave him his cell number. “No rush on the replacement, anytime tomorrow is fine. Have them give me a call when it’s ready.”

“You bet,” the male said. “If you need a ride to get to the garage, give us a call.”

“Thanks.”

Thyme stood on the front steps of the house waiting for him.

She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, in the short, black dress and heels, her dark hair pulled to one side and exposing the length of her neck. She was hands-down the most beautiful female he’d ever seen in his life and he felt damn lucky to be her mate.

He joined her, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. As they walked into the house, he said, “Let’s put all this bullshit aside for the night and focus on each other. He might have tried to ruin things, but he hasn’t.”

She nodded, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled.

He could see she was still stressed and thinking about what had happened at the restaurant. She was clearly a strong female, hell she’d been mostly on her own since her mom died because her dad had been an absent father at best, leaving her to the wolves, so to speak.

He pulled out his phone and opened the music app, scrolling through a playlist that had contemporary romantic music. Finding a song he recognized, he pushed the volume button up all the way and set it on the back of the couch, then he held out his hand to her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Let’s dance. Let’s forget everything that happened and focus on each other. It’s just you and me here. Mate.”

Her eyes darkened as she took his hand and he pulled her close.

They swayed to the music, bodies touching, hands linked, gazes locked.

As the song faded and another started, he whispered in her ear, “I want you, Thyme. More than anything.”

“I want you too, Remy.”

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